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Elemental Song
You are my fire
But I feel like a fire truck
You are my water
But I feel like a commercial fisherman
You are my wind
But I feel like a great great wall
You are my earth
But I feel like a bulldozer
You are elemental
And I feel like the opposite
Of a key
I can’t open you
And as much as I try
I can only put you
In this
Anti-song
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Comments
raj
Sat, 2018-07-07 17:24
Hi Greg
it's a coincidence that I've used the five elements in a poem submitted yesterday "Turnstile the tipping point"
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raj (sublime_ocean)
gregwa8
Sun, 2018-07-08 00:39
enjoyed your poem, raj! greg
enjoyed your poem, raj!
greg
weirdelf
Sat, 2018-07-07 20:50
I understand.
How ironic that the things we so desperately want to say so often defy our efforts as poets to verbalise them. Especially when it comes to love. I can only say you come close.
The question is, do you really want to open her? (no, I am not making a cheap innuendo there)
Is not the whole process, if it lasts, one of trying to open the beloved continually, a life-long or love-long or love-lorn process?
Did I not mention in a comment to you recently that perhaps a little playfulness in wordplay may take your a tad further than your relentless intensity and sincerity? It is the best advice I can give and it will expand your repertoire. You say on your bio-page "love the metaphysical, the quirky, the perfect playful metaphor that's yet to be put down in verse. " True, you have yet to put it down in verse, but you are well on your way. Onya, mate!
Oh, and that last line is excellent, and more or less what I'm trying to say.
Here is my reading, hope it helps-
https://vocaroo.com/i/s1D6CCrd2fAA
cheers,
Jess
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weirdelf
Sat, 2018-07-07 20:53
The more I read it
the more I like it.
cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry
gregwa8
Sun, 2018-07-08 00:48
thanks for the thoughtful
thanks for the thoughtful comments, jess, and the advice to push my creativity in the whimsical direction. give them personality. your comments mean a lot.
greg
weirdelf
Wed, 2018-07-11 04:13
I'm not a great poet,
but I sure as fuck know a lot about poetry.
You are welcome.
cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry
tyro
Sun, 2018-07-08 05:01
"You are elemental
"You are elemental
And I feel like the opposite
Of a key"
really liked this comparison, but each of them could easily be developed into poem of its own.
That 'open' does sound too physical, how about something like: I can't unlock your mystery.
T
The most powerful reaction
of mind on mind
is transference of sight
hopeless_writer
Sun, 2018-07-08 11:30
hi
i really enjoyed this poem an exellent use of the elemental theme and very vivid and well fitting metaphors
hopeless_writer
Sun, 2018-07-08 11:30
hi
i really enjoyed this poem an exellent use of the elemental theme and very vivid and well fitting metaphors
Eumolpus
Sun, 2018-07-08 17:29
Nice ideas and poem
But...I don't get the "buts"
You are my fire
I feel like a fire truck
You are my water
I feel like a commercial fisherman
You are my wind
I feel like a great great wall
You are my earth
I feel like a bulldozer
The "buts" confuse me and I feel more connection of the intent of the poem and the flow without them. WDYT?
Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings