Description: I did this a while ago when I lived in a gloomy rental house in the town's less favored area. I did it for a class, though, so it might not count...
Snatch Joy -------------------------------------------
Ugly gray coats
for thirty-five dollars,
cut from wool,
and aggressively sturdy and plain,
Broken bulbs
sing quiver-carol strains
when I shake them
over the trash can,
Gray feathers
tense and cinder-light
pausing on cold concrete
and the time to catch them.
It's good form imgagery, and the subject matter is unique, but it loses the feeling in the last stanza, which seems to completely change form, drawing attention and confusing the reader, who's mind is set on follow the sort of semi-poetic rythym of the first two stanzas, and is then interrupted by... whatever the third stanza was trying to get across.
The word "broken" comes to mind, because it seems broken up, so that third stanza just seems like fragmented thoughts, and I can't really figure out quite what it's trying to say.
The rest of the poem is good.
Other than that, I saw nothing, you have an interesting style, and topic choice, and you seem to have all the mechanics down nicely.
Overall it was excellent but it didn't flow overall. IE: Ugly gray coats for thirty-five dollars, cut from wool, and aggressively sturdy and plain Wonderful imagery, it just lacks poetic flow.
Submission Name: Snatch Joy
