Description: I just don't know what to say. I wanted to say this to her, but I don't think she will care like I want her to care. You can't get what you want. Well fuck that.
To a man -------------------------------------------
Some things can mean the world to a man.
A hand shake or the look of a quiet friend.
The helping hand of a stranger.
It is the things that make him feel pain that mean the most.
Departing with a person he never knew mattered.
Losing when he had never tried so hard before.
You know the truth as it slides down your face.
I have told you a time or two before.
I am not worth what you give.
A man never knows he is a man.
Till the wind threatens his bones.
Yet still he waits there.
You may think I am stupid,
Or just mistaken about my love.
You may think I am a liar.
I will still tale it to you as many times as you will let me.
I really enjoyed the direction of this poem. I like how it starts out in a general relationships of what a man is, and how it changes into a more personal effect. My favorite lines include "You know the truth as it slides down your face." Beautiful imagery, and it has a nice sound and feel to it, another is "I love you./ That doesn't take a man." That line completely twists the poem at the end, leaving a somewhat satisfied feeling of the poem's feel= Nice touches on making me feel the frustration.
As much as I like the poem's ending the line stanza beginning with "a man never knows he is a man.." makes the poem a bit unclear. It asks the question Is the writer considering himself a man or not?... Clarity could be used on whether the writer thinks he has had "the wind threaten his bones." Overall, I liked the word choice, and freedom of the poem. -kiwiki
Submission Name: To a man
