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*refrain*
i saw the playground,
it reminded me of
the speed of swings
the broken wing
lay on the ground
like me, it was
beaten
*love letter #10*
you were sad
on the airport drive
it rained, remember?
the car we called
silly red, we forgot
its name
you and i
had some
terrible arguments
i still love you
i am happy
how about you?
*love letter #17*
to not speak
will not end this
not reading this
won't make it
invisible
what you think
is sliced up
into pieces
is what still
beats inside you
as long as it does
i am there
Frederick Kesner
14 years 3 months ago
I like
the possible meanings of beaten... as it is suggested by the tone and rhythm of the poem - as well as its content: laying broken - defeat and speed - the beating of flying wings. At least as an after thought it is better than wings that never knew flight to begin with. Better to have flown and crashed than to have never flown at all. Or something like that.
CCfire
14 years 3 months ago
Thanks
I want to gather all the breifer poems together in here and sort them, I like your take on it, I am always delighted when others form opinions about what I write, it's wonderful.
CCfire
14 years 3 months ago
Your thoughts...
are just what I adore receiving, someone who reads and then interprets his own feelings and images into the piece. I am grateful to you for this feedback. :)
Chez
CCfire
14 years 3 months ago
There is not much
I want to tweak on these brief poems, I wish to do a series of them, tiny snapshots that have a kapow at the end, to do that they must draw the reader in from the first line and then as you described make them ellicit a feeling and or image. I actually enjoy them, they make you think what metaphor can best serve to ask the reader to look way past such few words.