Ode to myself

I guess that I'm too much of a traditionalist to be able to make sense of this. Sorry I can't be helpful and give you a better critique. Maybe some of the others here can help. ~ Geezer.
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First I need to see this poem in a poetic format...like a painting is paint is on a stretched canvas (usually) so a poem needs to look like a poem.

Ode To Myself

Old self, whose ink man abhors,
Old self, whose pencils speak volumes
Of fierce battles lost and won on battlefields invisible-

But if thy ink divorces a trophy
It would not thus divorce us.

This really feels like a poem, and the words are wonderful. I'm trying very hard to put together a logic of the events, of the soul of the poem... regretfully I cannot.

I love the title, but if you google it you will see it has been used quite a lot.

You will find on this site some reviewers who prefer vagueness and an abstract expressionist aesthetic applied to poetry. I am not among them, I prefer some coherent image in the poetic narrative. The "meaning" need never be specific, but there needs to be enough so that I am not wondering around in a collage of images trying to figure out their connections. I would love to see more of your work, as I think you do have a good feel for the craft of charging words.