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Charles Tackett Clarksville / United States, Male, 67
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    • (8/7/2007 3:42:00 PM)

      Nice extended metaphor about a cynical perspective. The values and ethics in this poem must be driven by the source of your inspiration to write poems. Everything is okay, as long as you are able to separate yourself from your source, and find some objectivity about it.

      Round your inspiration out. Find some other things to inspire you too. If you so clearly articulate these hopeless, cynical values, those values may become the only things in focus, if you try, you'll know exactly what I mean.

      Part of poetry is supposed to be about performance. There's a movement to make poetry more about the audience. (Seek out the United States Poet Laureat.) You never have to give up art, but you can still find some ojectivity about your inspiration, and your subject-which seems to have inherent values and ethics at their core.

    • (8/7/2007 3:33:00 PM)

      I want you to keep forming this poem. It's got a song in it, but it needs more...

      Try recording it out loud, or having someone try to put music to it.

    • (8/7/2007 3:30:00 PM)

      I love the line 'He broke my noise.' Even though it's a misspelling, it's wonderful in its possibilities. The rest of the poem is prose.

      There are other things to elicit from the readers than just sympathy.

      Like a beaten optimist's perspective:

      I love the honeymoon phase.
      After testing the limits of his mass
      on my cheeks, fingers and neck
      he tenderly charms my fist open
      he smiles my leaving him into dust
      he better understands my needs
      when my wings are broken
      The knife in my plan
      is still pointed at his heart
      after this honeymoon
      is over, he's dead to me
      with the clenching of his fist.