Description: Just a little piece I concocted for petry class.
A lesson in reading -------------------------------------------
Misspelled words are strewn across the pages
confetti conflagrations congregated
poetry mirrors reflecting days without a thesaurus
a dream of a nightmare- so easy and so painful
I want desperately to crawl into the computer
there is sympathy for their lackluster phrasing
Still; thesaurus, thesaurus, thesaurus; please
My dreams grow and pulse, with dictionary trees
Stone faces crack in smiles at newly discovered pages
Bright bursts of red or purple as new thoughts explode
Libraries stable winged horses of imagining
I never pray, but I pray now that these people will read
Read or their poetry brings death to vocabulary
‘pain’ on the page sends tap shoes drumming on my ears
Bells clang clang clang; freedom in the last line
This ordeal leaves me with a headache only good poetry assuages
Thesaurus! Thesaurus! My kingdom for a thesaurus!
Perhaps the first few lines are about your own writing, or perhaps others' (often completed) writes, but in either case - so true, so true.
There are a lot of good metaphors here, but you haven't overused them - no sense of straining to jam yet another one into the lines. The only fault I find is the lack of enjambment. Your phrases end where your lines end, making the poem feel choppy. Putting the line breaks in different places would require the use of punctuation, currently not in vogue, but punctuation, like alcohol, is not a sin, excess when taken excessively.
I enjoyed reading this, and empathize totally.
I know exactly what you mean. So often I have had this same thought, where I thought someone could of used a more picture in mind inducing word. I can't say I haven't done that though, used a dull word with no imagery. It's a part of this poetic growth process. Right now, I'm in poetic down time, and it's making me want to cry, but it's not time for me to write. You though, this is great. Not only does it talk about something positive and important as writing great poetry, but it's done in a great poem. Thesaurus, thesaurus. That cracked me up, I could sort of see fumes coming out of somebody's ears lol. Anyhow, this is a great write, and it rings true. Good job.
Be at peace,