Such a lovely ending. Wraps up the whole poem. A keeper. You seem to be making some good keepers as of lately. Only wondered if you should make it more concise, ie: The Dead wander[s] where they please: into that heart . . .
The dead / wander where they please, especially into the heart where there is no defense goes a line from a poet I know. What does she mean by defense? By the dead in relation to the heart? There is heart and there is memory, is that it? Who we have loved, we will love still, will keep coming back: rain: more a question about when than if.
If you don't want me to, then I won't. It just stimulated a mind process.
James, thanks for stopping by, yet again. These poems are all one-day-old, so I'm sure I'll go back over them with an eye to what can be pared down.
As for inspiration, did you know there's a type of a poem (called the cento) that is created entirely from lines stolen (or borrowed *wink*) from other poets' poems? No, I don't mind at all. I'm happy to have given you something to work with. Interesting stuff, you've got going on there, especially the ending phrase.
3 comments:
Such a lovely ending. Wraps up the whole poem. A keeper. You seem to be making some good keepers as of lately. Only wondered if you should make it more concise, ie: The Dead wander[s] where they please: into that heart . . .
PS: Do you mind if I use that line in a poem?
This is what I've got: The Dead
The dead / wander where they please,
especially into the heart where there is no defense
goes a line from a poet I know. What does she mean
by defense? By the dead in relation to
the heart? There is heart and there is
memory, is that it? Who we have loved,
we will love still, will keep coming back:
rain: more a question about when than
if.
If you don't want me to, then I won't. It just stimulated a mind process.
Best wishes,
James
James, thanks for stopping by, yet again. These poems are all one-day-old, so I'm sure I'll go back over them with an eye to what can be pared down.
As for inspiration, did you know there's a type of a poem (called the cento) that is created entirely from lines stolen (or borrowed *wink*) from other poets' poems? No, I don't mind at all. I'm happy to have given you something to work with. Interesting stuff, you've got going on there, especially the ending phrase.
Post a Comment