"Still, I'll perform my cheap despair Before I clap my hands, and comb my hair, And rub my mind completely bare"
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and no, you can most definitely write poetry. this is wonderful! I can't rhyme, so I am instantaneously jealous. my only complaint is it runs on a little. not enough pauses and checks.
I agree with you about it running on... I just didn't want to jeopardize what I wanted to say, y'know? I think that's the problem I run into most, with poetry. It's such a difficult medium. :/ Though, when you actually get it RIGHT, you feel so accomplished. Which happens rarely, but oh well...!
I love that yay good poetry feeling. Tis a good one. Most of the stuff I've been churning out lately is pretty bad... most of its just sort of stream of consciousness kind of stuff, immediate impressions. I find revising my poems hard. because I always write them in a spurr of inspiration, and then, later, its gone, and I no longer see the connections between words.
As for your poem. I think I would word it a little more like so:
Well, it goes like this: The fourth, the fifth The major fall; the minor lift, The baffled girl composing "What to do, ja?"
Now - it is true! there is no thought That can't be tailored; can't be taught; I made my mind most overwrought All on my own -- you sure did not.
Still, I'll perform my cheap despair Before I clap my hands, and comb my hair, And rub my mind completely bare As it were tarnished silverware, Until I stop once more, to think...
That last bar is hard. its really the only place I am unsure about.
I hope you don't mind me editing like this... Its an excellent poem. :)
That's the extent of my poetry, except for the emo poem I wrote about candy bars, and another poem I wrote for my friend Laura. That one had every single word that rhymes with Laura. It was sad. :(
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Before I clap my hands, and comb my hair,
And rub my mind completely bare"
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and no, you can most definitely write poetry. this is wonderful! I can't rhyme, so I am instantaneously jealous. my only complaint is it runs on a little. not enough pauses and checks.
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Thank you. :}
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As for your poem. I think I would word it a little more like so:
Well, it goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth
The major fall; the minor lift,
The baffled girl composing
"What to do, ja?"
Now - it is true! there is no thought
That can't be tailored; can't be taught;
I made my mind most overwrought
All on my own -- you sure did not.
Still, I'll perform my cheap despair
Before I clap my hands, and comb my hair,
And rub my mind completely bare
As it were tarnished silverware,
Until I stop once more, to think...
That last bar is hard. its really the only place I am unsure about.
I hope you don't mind me editing like this... Its an excellent poem. :)
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I don't mind at ALL. :}
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That's the extent of my poetry, except for the emo poem I wrote about candy bars, and another poem I wrote for my friend Laura. That one had every single word that rhymes with Laura. It was sad. :(
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*laughs* Aww. You are kind!
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Actually, today I was thinking: the only difference between emo, and not emo, in poetry, is how well it's written.
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As it were tarnished silverware"
I like that line the most for some reason.keep it comming
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