Born as youth confronted with personified animals, objects, and at times abstract notions such as democracy (in movies such as Toy Story, and tv series such as school house rock, series whose melodies continue to shake my bones). It seems to me almost natural to give a poem a similar identity we often save for ourselves. I can’t help but imagine that every poem has a soul. However, as your poem reveals, the soul of a poem is complex. Not only does it carry a whisper from the person who wrote it; but also those who read, live and envisage its meaning. It seems beautiful to me, to imagine the soul of a poem grow and strengthen with every set of eyes that gleam for its meaning. Perhaps with some childlike innocence I could one day truly try and understand the soul of my own work along with that of others. However, for some reason I’ve yet to be able to read a poem with the nurturing eyes needed to let them provide a deep insight. Instead, I clamour about the few analytic elements of form, rhyme, and reason, which I was taught in high school English.
Thank you for the poem it was a nice piece I enjoyed to read. I apologize that my comment amounting to rambling about nothing in a poor monologue of my own :P I'm curious is there any reason why you personified the poem as a female?
I have this theory that what human beings need and desire, more than anything, even more than to be loved or liked, is just to be heard, to be understood by at least one other person in the world. That's what your poem seems to be saying, too. It's always seeing your work here.
I have to agree with the sentiment. Technical--swap punctuation in lines three and six (; , )
I wonder if we could talk Jimmy into reopening the forum to increase interaction. Odly enough I just left a comment to your journal on this topic.
I agree with the first line most of the time poems are just for ourselves than for others especially when nobody seems to notice it's even there. I am still here and knowing that people actually read my work is good enough. There's a comfort when you're "sharing" and for me you are actually communicating, "extending" yourself.
Perfect. Now, if only everyone would read this, make a comment, and do the same for every other poem they take the time to "pop in" on.
I hardly ever visit this place anymore. And when I do, It's to "drop off" something that I poured my heart and time into. You can imagine, I'm sure, how discouraging it is to leave off something for the world to read, something you're somewhat proud of, only to find that not quite a hundred "stopped by," but couldn't take the time to give a comment. Even something small, like: "Nice write." or "That's awesome." or "I can so relate."
Needless to say. You've hit the nail on the head with this one. And, I am here.