12-19-2019, 08:38 AM
Hey bbcashdollar, comments below
All things considered, I did enjoy the read and appreciate some of the stylistic decisions you made when writing this poem.
Alex
(12-01-2019, 02:41 AM)bbcashdollar Wrote: b-kwikThough I think I understand what this poem is about, I can't help but get confused at the last two stanzas where a son is introduced. Is this the son of the mother who ran or helped run the Super Duper that blew up their store? If so, why was this his way of admitting the business's demise? If this was a true story then I don't think the son's motive for blowing up his own store is explored in depth enough for the reader to understand his extreme actions. Now, if I misunderstood the meaning of "arson" and you meant it as the crime of setting fire to something rather than only detonating something, than perhaps you meant the son set fire this b kwik, but there is no hint of that in the poem that would guide the reader to this conclusion.
running through b-kwik
sweaty hair
football gear
spikes click across
Imperial tile Nice start. I would consider starting your poem off with these two lines. "Imperial tile" is nice attention to detail that foreshadows what the poem will soon delve into (the ruthlessness of these companie.
tore-up turf maybe torn-up instead of tore-up
trailing behind
grabbing milk
grabbing bread
priced for convenience
priced
for the working class
sometimes
at checkout
a “secret” treat unsure how the treat is "secret", maybe give us something more concrete, and, in doing so, tying it in tighter to the poem's theme.
dad waits in the car
window down
WKBW on the radio im not understanding the significance of the different colored letters
in the strip plaza
sited to block competition
since the Super Duper
exploded under suspicious id suggest bumping "suspicious" down to share a line with "circumstances" to add weight to the phrase as well as a bit of tension between the two lines
circumstances
bricks blown for blocks
on Mother’s Day
as the family business
succumbed to market forces
we head for home consider omitting "for"
with what we need
oblivious to the desperation
that drove a son to arson
when he finally had to admit
there was no longer space
for a six aisle grocery
All things considered, I did enjoy the read and appreciate some of the stylistic decisions you made when writing this poem.
Alex

