If Some Of My Adolescent Failures Could Speak

We are the failed aspects of his failed self.

We occupy a shadowed, dusty shelf:

typescripts---a seeming multitude of pages

telling the variations of his rages.

Sheaf after sheaf:  each one is a full novel;

and, as a verbal construct, like a hovel---

full of poor grammar and elliptical;

no better in the part than in the whole.

He hopes that each will bear the designation

of science fiction:  his imagination

knows neither.  All of it is wishful thinking,

just like an odor that can be called "stinking."

Of science and fiction, he is a botcher.
In a year, fiction is squelched; reality,

newly versed, will bring him the name Starwatcher:

he will find that his words more easily

assemble to the forms of poetry.


Starward

 

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I believe it is a valuable

I believe it is a valuable skill for a poet to make us see ourselves in a poem. This innovative introspection does just that with admirable honesty and resonance. Making the past failures an entity in itself and correcting that past self retrospectively was a clever construct, and it was very cathartic and rejuvenating to see the positive result of all that trial and error: It created the superb poet that you are. 

 

A portrait of inner victory. Well done. 

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Thank you.  I realized, while

Thank you.  I realized, while reading your comment, that I had fouled the 14th and 15th lines---which I have now corrected.  They do not change the poem, just make it a little more cosmetically "fit."  But thank you for understanding, and so gracefully explicating, the metaphor that I pursued.


Starward