11-08-2013, 07:41 AM
I caught this in the original thread, and was terribly impressed. This sets the bar too high for most of us to approach, I'm afraid, at least not without a ton of help and dedication.
I can't get over the rhymes and the breaks. It's a rare free-verse piece that has its own definite, if irregular, rhythm and cadence. Form and content meld seamlessly, to where every line break and enjambment is crucial to producing the final effect, wherein the meaning of the extended metaphor congeals.
This is a poem about love and loss, love in absence and presence, the games that people who love each other play with each other, and so very much more.
I dare say I see something of you in it, as a human being, Milo. But it is artfully executed to where the mood behind it is stripped of its ipseity, and it shines as something, as Billy put it, with a universal theme.
I can't get over the rhymes and the breaks. It's a rare free-verse piece that has its own definite, if irregular, rhythm and cadence. Form and content meld seamlessly, to where every line break and enjambment is crucial to producing the final effect, wherein the meaning of the extended metaphor congeals.
This is a poem about love and loss, love in absence and presence, the games that people who love each other play with each other, and so very much more.
I dare say I see something of you in it, as a human being, Milo. But it is artfully executed to where the mood behind it is stripped of its ipseity, and it shines as something, as Billy put it, with a universal theme.
“Poetry is mother-tongue of the human race; as gardening is older than agriculture; painting than writing; song than declamation; parables,—than deductions; barter,—than trade”
― Johann Hamann
― Johann Hamann