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    Author: Zai
    ASL Info:    24/m/US
    Elite Ratio:    3.97 - 66/145/98
    Words: 186
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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       Thinking of my mom again. Death seems not about getting over, but getting along.


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    As she was buried, so to speak, so was a seed.
    So deep and so flourished a darkening need,
    And so, like a weed, it grew up, out, and deep.
    And such as it goes, up was not very long lasting,
    Up was God's gardener, breaking light over casts,
    Stealing stems barely grown, giving no understanding.
    So, like a weed, the seed holding fast, needed out.
    Growing blackened and wiry, dirty with doubt,
    Nearly doubling in size, thin as ice in a cloud.
    And such as it is, this tedious game:
    Do not grow up, being plucked is a shame!
    Who can know, just so, just how a seed grows,
    Without an ice pick to sep'rate weed from home?
    Do not grow up, they know not where you're from.
    Stay deep, deep down, frozen in mud.
    Growing slowly, stay lowly, and no body will care.
    Take root in the warmth, such as it is,
    That the heart of the matter, so to speak, is
    Her memory is spread, buried, ever within me.




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      First, my condolences. Coping with loss is a difficult task and it’s only over time that we learn to deal with our emotions.
    As to the poem: Let me start by saying that I enjoyed reading it. I believe it conveyed your sense of loss and the difficulty of overcoming it. Somehow the emotional darkness becomes a fond memory deep in our hearts.
    If I may, I would like to make some suggestions. These are only the opinion of this reader and not a criticism of your work. I believe your poem would have a greater impact if it were streamlined a bit. To me some of the repetition of phrases got in the way of the flow, as with the four uses of “so” in the first two lines. I also think that breaking the poem into stanzas of common ideas would assist the reader’s comprehension. For instance, perhaps the first four lines could be grouped as ‘ the seed that grew as a weed’ and the next five lines (5-9) as ‘gardener vs. weed.’ Then you could have two stanzas of four lines each of “Advice – (Do not grow).” I would spread out the remaining three lines into four/five lines, perhaps as:
    Take root in the warmth
    For the heart of the matter
    Is that her memory spread
    Buried…ever within me
    Well, that’s all I have. Again, let me say how much I enjoyed your poem. Such a serious matter is hard to capture in words, yet you have accomplished that and created an interesting metaphor. I look forward to reading more of your work.

    Phil
    | Posted on 2014-12-15 00:00:00 | by phil askew | [ Reply to This ]
      I've read this piece 5 times now, and I am still wondering what exactly the seed/weed is. The piece was obviously constructed with great care, and to carry a heavy weight. I am guessing that the simile is rather loose, as opposed to being tied to any one particular emotion, and instead is a platform for some very emotionally evocative imagery. My alternative guess is that you or someone planted a seed for her, and the seedling that grew unfortunately did not make it. Either way, I am someone who has not lost someone quite so close as a parent, so I can only guess. I am so sorry for your loss.
    | Posted on 2014-12-15 00:00:00 | by Ontlogicalamity | [ Reply to This ]
      Your description of this poem is spot-on. I too have lost many in my life over the years and you never get over it. All you can do is learn how to live with the loss, keep your memories close to your heart, and live each day to its fullest. It is great to express your feelings in writings such as this, it helps you to heal.
    | Posted on 2014-12-15 00:00:00 | by lmz | [ Reply to This ]


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