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Carving Words Collecting driftwood from the silent shore You carve your words in every cut with care Beyond the thoughts that shake my very core Between nowhere and everywhere I dare To steal your heart from those who sunder me When all the songs we sing a poem springs I’ll read aloud a verse that sets you free Untie the thread around your heart with strings I’ll take your quill but never will try to Erase my love from its soft resting place Where I can hold your hand and cherish you Then brush your brow and kiss your handsome face I’m not bewildered by your words today So carve upon my soul an ode I pray |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2012-01-24 09:01:08
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
cheyenne- the thoughts of carving, of creating images that reflect the soul by engraving them permanently is quite like the memories this responds to.
That poetry –springs- is as lasting as the –ode- written on the soul.
In a brief glimpse of my response to this piece; over the month I slowly read the poetry here many times. It is why my critiques come at the end of the month (for the most part).
A portion of that review of verse is that I always read and try to punctuate the piece aurally. The easier it rolls off the tongue or can be emphasized, the greater my appreciation for the piece. You might say it –carves- itself into my sensibilities.
You also have the carving on –driftwood- anecdotal to my reading of this is my son’s driftwood log that he has had since he was four years old. It is probably his prized possession.
This piece carries a much greater metaphor for inspiration, recall and receiving the best from another. It makes its point.