Free verse № 139351
Conflict Resolution
How I loved and how I hated
the freedom in her voice,
the lightness in her step.
She got to be her,
and I didnât.
I wanted her to understand,
but words only clanked
like hammer blows on the anvil.
Her eyes fell sad,
as if every meaning had.
Hearing not my words, but hers,
she seemed to catch debris
from emotionâs chaotic surface,
a litany of blame,
scratching and stinging my eardrums
like invisible briars.
Her voice slammed down,
like an ugly garage door
then softened as purple night-lights
shined on it in a kind of tough love,
like a stern, corrective parent.
I sensed a starved desire,
maybe a security measure,
as one delicate and easily saddened.
But when I tried to comfort,
she bit like a wounded dog
at its veterinarian.
So I took it all in,
while she took my reluctance
and created indifference
I fell silent
to protect her
from ratchety thoughts.
21 comments
Drnick: This is good, but I think you could have done better. For instance, lines 6 and 7 could have been worded in a not-so-obvious sort of way (ie "I wanted her to understand, but let mercy be my tounge instead"). The 3rd stanza is awesome, I wouldn't change that at all. The 4th, however, seems as though you rushed through it. The 3rd line in there seems rushed and too vague of an analogy; give us an example of purple night-lights. The 5th line in the 5th stanza should say "bit" not "bite" but I think you could have found a better analogy for that as well. Everything else seems to be in place, you just need to comb out a few of the knots.
Ranger: 'She got to be her, and I didn't...'
You seem a bit annoyed at the moment!
Ecargo: The idea here is good, but some problems with execution, i.e., language/sense ("she bite like a dog," which I'm pretty sure is just a typo; "eyes fell sad, as if every meaning had"); cliches (lilt in voice, bounce in step); and troublesome metaphors (briars scratching at eardrums, etc.).
Thank you all for commenting. These comments were useful.
This is terrible advice. It infers that the less likely the reader is to understand it the more magical the poem becomes.
Does this count as rambling?
I wanted her to understand,
but couldn't let her.
to:
I wanted her to understand,
but words only clanked
like hammer blows on the anvil.
As for the edit, I like it more now - hence the improved score - but the only problem I have is that by saying 'the anvil' you imply that it's a recurring theme, or at least something you've already introduced us to before (I've been guilty of doing this on countless occasions). Is the anvil her heart, her confidence? Or are the words ricocheting back to you, deflected off her stubbornness? It seems to me that stanza 2 could be read either way, which isn't a bad thing but if you want the ambiguity then ironically enough it seems as though you need to express your desire for such ambiguity. I do like this one though.
Useful, Ma'am?
Now it reads:
I wanted her to understand,
but words only clanked
like hammer blows.
Nice to see you're using articles in your poems again.
You've got everyone doing these kind of narratives now, even zodiac.
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