Your voice is a clouded day
Hues of white, specks of blue
It speaks to me with its normalcy
And I know that all is good.
Your voice is not:
A rainy sky
Overcast
With rumbling of thunder
And drumming of rain
Your voice is not:
The glaring sun
Blinding blue
The splashing of water
On beaches and pools
Your voice is the story of how I may live
It's normal and pleasing and good
The potential of greatness lies deep in your voice
It will always be there; it will always be mine.
Your voice is the earth, is dirty and strong
Is moist with the promise of good lives to come
My heart, my lungs, both feed on your voice
My ears see an image of you.
The future we build
Stands firm on the soil
Come painstorm, come heartquake, come all that will come
It's simple and yet
Our own work of art
In doubt-forge, with e-pain, with hope it was made.
And every diamond
That wasn't once dirt
Is false
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Comments
You old romantic, you. Will you write something for v-day?
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Actually... out of sheer curiosity... crit this! I'd like to see what you have to say.
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coffeehouse is selling out!
Interesting premise, though I'm reluctant to call it a premise. Concept, I suppose. It's nice to see romance that couldn't be considered hopelessly romantic.
The ending is excellent, though the metaphor is a bit overused (no critique, I know, but this is a slightly different perspective on it), and it brings the rest of the poem together very well.
I kind of like the "your voice is not" part, with the listing. It seems like a very prose influence, but it's an interesting method regardless of what it is.
I enjoyed it. I probably would've enjoyed it even more if I were your girlfriend, which is a good thing, but let's be thankful that's not the case.
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The last stroph (plus the last line) are amazing, amazing.
"And every diamond
That wasn't once dirt
Is false"
No matter what I thought of the poem before, that line made me love it.
That being said, there are some minor issues that should be ironed out. You have some extraneous words (if there is a word that can be taken out that doesn't change the meaning of the poem, it shouldn't be there). Once you tighten this, it will be even better.
I think most of them are outlined at the following link (The 10 Commandments of Poetry).
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You've got amazing talent at writing...and I think with this you made me like your poetry just as much as I've liked your prose.
It's quite musical, at least from my perspective. The rhyme scheme you have worked.
I'm really sick, tried to find some critique to give but i'm a bit frazzled.
Best wishes for you two
Oh, the structure seemed about right, too.
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Our relationship happened online at first; I mean, we had met face to face, but we really got to know each other online then; on IRC and through e-mails. This is what the doubtforge and e-pain refer to; this nagging "but do I really see the real person or do I read my desires into what sparse textual feedback I get?" feel; the pain brought about by the distance. I have another poem in my gallery which I wrote to her ([link]); this poem, however, is half in German. It was written exactly at this moment of doubting. The bottomline is: all we can ever do is hope; so let's hope!
Very glad you liked it
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And that's true; I tried to keep the first metaphor in by connecting the earthy sound of her voice to the fertility of the earth, which extends well into the final line, but that's not a very strong connection. I needed to say both things, and both things are true, so I'm happy with it despite the superficial dychotomy. (pardon me big words)
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