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it’s over then, this thing between us less than an expanse of your palm across my own, how brief it all had been, how bitter-sweet, not even candle-lit dinners there, or moonlight walks, or would-be holidays once upon an Atlantic, but rather -- a car crash for a stolen kiss, your eyes in dusk in earnest, the taste of sun-kissed skin. It doesn’t matter -- The tale of how cities fell under the weight of high demands & greater expectations. |
I'm going to be honest. There are parts I like about this, but I have some problems with it overall. Thematically, I feel like this is conveying the end of a relationship as if it were a fallen city. As far as that goes for an idea, I only mildly interested in it, given how the poem is quite brief, and I don't feel it achieves the contrast gracefully. The sensual lines of the poem are the best thing about it: "a car crash for a stolen kiss, your eyes in dusk in earnest, the taste of sun-kissed skin. It doesn’t matter --" These lines are captivating and overall led to me enjoying your writing in spite of the difficulties I have with it. The end kind of hits me out of nowhere, and doesn't differentiate itself enough from the title. That said the opening is really strong with some great lines and visual imagery, we really feel time pass in parts like: "how bitter-sweet, not even candle-lit dinners there, or moonlight walks, or would-be holidays once upon an Atlantic" I mean I really feel this poem captures the disintegration of a relationship very well, I empathise with it and it moves me. I think this would be improved either if you scrapped the fallen metaphor, or took a little bit of time to build it up more. In any-case, your writing strikes me as good, and the parts that worked which are to be honest the majority of the poem, really worked on me. I'm not critiquing this off my high horse, my own poetry is not perfect either. | Posted on 2015-08-27 00:00:00 | by Wolfwatching | [ Reply to This ] | |