I'm loving the lustrous and: I'm loving the lustrous and delicate cadence that keeps this crushingly sad poem pouring beautifully from line to slender line like a serpent.
The simplicity really works here, allowing the cruel circumstance of being cast away because of who one loves to crash through, unsparing, crystalline and gripping. You also managed to create an endearing and strong character using very little disclosure, and that's quite a victory!
The imagery, meaningful and unfettered by any unnecessary words, makes a statement in itself and propells the story into some emotionally charged territory.
Elegant power. Superb!
The cargo ship image struck: The cargo ship image struck me and brought me to the concept of poetry and poems that are as empty hulls, all form and shape without much substance or feeling or meaning. I guess that is how we mature and progress in life, developing more each days and perhaps that also shows in the development of our poetry and our interactions on anything and everyone poetic. As with anything in life, it is a full, unreserved engagement, like that marriage of true minds (of Sonnet 116 fame, W.S.) So we surround ourselves with what we desire to become! And therein lies the indivisible truth and power of the kosmos.
Rhyme is a curious: Rhyme is a curious phenomenon: full rhymes, slant rhymes, off-rhymes; then there is full-stop or enjambment at the end of each line. But such terms are only the effect of studying how Poets use words; the terms do not create Poetry. I like the graceful rhyme structure in this poem, and it keeps the poem moving briskly to its conclusion. The converssational tone of the poem makes the rhyming sound natrual---as if all people spoke and wrote this way---and not artificial, as in a greeting card.
And, as Patricia pointed out, this is a meta-poem; and that makes it very interesting. The great Poet, Wallace Stevens, wrote meta-poems in blank verse; and Alexander Pope wrote them in rhymed couplets. With this excellent poem, you join those great Poets who have given us Poetry about Poetry; which, to me as a reader, is one of the most interesting subjects and genres available in our language. I applaud this great accomplishment that yiou have shared with postpoems' readers.
Can't help but feel the: Can't help but feel the temporal nature of life and in the same thought its eternality. Thanks for sharing this vivid and introspective poem.
'Umbilical?' Our site: 'Umbilical?' Our site frontage has navel features, perhaps that's why this first came to mind. What a refreshing poetic output. And you are right, it doesn't necessarily need to rhyme except when attempting to keep to a part form. At which point it becomes a challenge that both restricts and frees our means of expression. For some people, some poems sound like Yoda and others like Shakespeare, while others still, a variety of exciting spontaneity. Thanks kindly for sharing the fruit of this particular inspiration.
Your meta-poem is your: Your meta-poem is your uniquely-you and epic wit on full display, and it's no surprise that it's a blast to read and ponder with inspiration from the great Bard of PostPoems.
From "chasms and pinnacles" to "ssoothing lotion" (with a nod to your lovable self) to "atmospheric word designs" you explored the possibilities of structure and capricious word gymnastics.
I adored every "whimsical" line. I want to say "physical" as a rhyme, but that's just a near rhyme, which was your point exactly.
Brilliant!
a curious thing:
Curiously, I always feel a greater bubbling of creativity come Autumn. I don’t know what it is, but it definitely starts stirring-up from October onward. I think as we spend more time indoors, we also spend more time, within ourselves.
the birds, my dog and me:
“I made it for the wildlife”
Often Nature has better plans than we do, if we give her a little room. I like the idea of sharing your garden with wild life. The whole earth should be that way.