"and you are sprawling,
a monolith that forgot
Man, that's a beautiful introductory stanza. Seems kind of like a myth/legend kind of thing.
of the spine" --> Is this to reflect the "decay" or the fact that the monolith doesn't move? Cancer of the spine is pretty debilitating.
but so very wide--
spread far and hungry
for home." --> This makes me think of the monolith broken into pieces and scattered far and wide. All the broken pieces are "hungry for home". Interesting personification of this object. At least, I see personification in this stanza.
This is absolutely wonderful. I've got a new favourite for my list.
when i was in ethiopia i went for a trip up to the north of the country and saw the monoliths in Axum [and stood outside the church the arc of the covenant is sposedly residing] and it was just awe inspiring the way they stretch right up... up up up so far up that when i stood at the base and looked up i was convinced it was going to fall over...
one that forgets to stop would be entering heaven or touching the moon almost...
decay... it is everything you have said it is here. your imagery strikes me as restrained [though suitably so] and as a result the focus is contained and there is very little chance of the reader going off topic and finding things that simply arent there.
i like the way you convey the never endingness of decay and the way it spreads in any and every direction...
it takes great skill to write a piece like this. i agree completely with angelo.
It speaks in a very relaxed tone but still manages to force the thought to the reader. It is, in most angles, cold but it's not that hard to warm up to which is good considering the message of your piece.
Truth is, it's really hard to say a lot about this piece because it is very besic; an analogy of singular element. But of course, that does not make it any less beautiful.
I think it requires real talent for people to be able to communicate their thoughts without being too extravagant. And more importantly, I think that it requires real talent to be able to recognize the right ingredients to add in order to make something big out of something small.
And to me, you displayed real talent in this piece.
The abrupt beginning seems to work here so I have no trouble ignoring the "and" start off.
The choppy linebreaks work in the middle too and the lack of punctuation there also does.
The only thing that's really irking me here is the "but" in the last stanza. You say "not thin but so very wide" and the conjunction just isn't working for me. The building's fat, right but does it have to be on the contrary to being wide? I mean, girth usually goes together with wideness in some ways. Maybe think about changing it to "and"?
That's all I have. It's hard to critique small poems.