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Reply #7 - Jan 1st, 1970 at 12:00am
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I'm with nas here, the second is better. I'll critique that as well, if you like, but later.

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Reply #6 - Jan 1st, 1970 at 12:00am
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The second draft works much better and is clearer.
  
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Re: Fellow of the Thistle Turf
Reply #5 - Jan 1st, 1970 at 12:00am
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Hi Nas and Holly,

Please take a look at the update and tell me what you think.

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Chaim
  
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Re: Fellow of the Thistle Turf
Reply #4 - Jan 1st, 1970 at 12:00am
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Hi Holly,

Thanks for your comments.

Stones cannot cry, but they will weep.   
Rocks don’t have a mouth, but they’ll speak  


These lines are metaphors for something that doesn't seem likely to change, but then does. 

In this case, a person who wants to speak passionately but is afraid to. His lover puts pressure on him and he responds in away that alienates her. But of course that is opposite of what he wants and so makes a vow to change.

The gardening and tectonic plates imagery was accidental. I just go lucky. Smiley I was going for images that have to do with moving earth. The wheelbarrow, tunneling, filling pails, bringing a field to blossom represents a directed flow of energy. Tectonic plates and fault-line heart are images of forces of nature.

This poem was supposed to be a richtameter, but I messed up by omitting the ten syllable line. Also the first two syllable and last two syllable lines should match and of course the poem deviates from that. If you think this structure would make the poem stronger, I'd get my richtameter in shape for the next draft.

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Chaim
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Reply #3 - Jan 1st, 1970 at 12:00am
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Hi Chaim,

I can definitely see the rictameter skeleton to this, especially at the start. I found these two lines quite puzzling:
Stones cannot cry, but they will weep.   
Rocks don’t have a mouth, but they’ll speak 

Can you help me out, here? How do the stones weep?

The idea of gardening and using a wheelbarrow to move earth seems to be out of proportion with the idea of deep excavation and hitting the tectonic plates of the heart. Was that intentional?

This is an interesting poem. The pedant in me would've liked to have seen this as a set of formal rictameters, but I can see what you mean about structure not perhaps being the best thing for this poem. Still, if there is a rictameter version anywhere, I'd like to give it a read in order to compare.

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Re: Fellow of the Thistle Turf
Reply #2 - Jan 1st, 1970 at 12:00am
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Hi Nas,

Thanks for your comments.  For sure you are not dense. The poem for the most part is written as a richtometer. There maybe an extra syllable here and there.
I have a fondness for this structure, but maybe it doesn't work with this poem.

Barrow is short for wheelbarrow.

The last four lines are problematic. Maybe I'll end the poem with "I will bring a field of poesies to blossom."

What is thistle turf? It was a just a cute name for man of the earth. Turf another word for earth and thistle as in thistle.

Thanks again,
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Re: Fellow of the Thistle Turf
Reply #1 - Jan 1st, 1970 at 12:00am
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Hi Chaim

I like the idea of using mining to dig beneath the surface of your relationship to find out preferences, thoughts etc but I didn't quite understand all of your words, possibly me being dense.  I'm also not keen on centering nor lack of verses.

What is thistle turf?

A few thoughts.  Use or dismiss as you wish.

Quote:
Meaning   
to throw over
the barrow where we sleep,  <<I didn't understand this.  Why barrow?
you plunged below the surface a
pick to excavate a few words,   
while in tunnel making,   
revealing thoughts,
digging
to the roots,
of my preferences,   
filling pails with pebbles. 

perhaps:

You plunged a pick 
below the surface
to excavate words,
reveal thoughts;
digging to the roots
of my preferences,
filling pails with pebbles.


 
The unearthing you caused
created sizable seismic pressure.
You moved from there, flying   
to the doorway
safely
away
from tectonic plates
of a fault-line heart.   

Perhaps:

The unearthing caused
sizable seismic pressure.
You moved to the doorway,
a safe distance from tectonic plates
of a fault-line heart.



Stones cannot cry, but they will weep.   
Rocks don’t have a mouth, but they’ll speak   
of the broken ground.   
Just be patient   
with me   
and I   
will bring a field of poesies 
to blossom poesies,
this fellow of the thistle turf.
Our order takes a low profile  <<Sorry, I don't really follow these last four lines
when wrapped in gardening   
or carrying pails   
of earth.

  
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Fellow of the Thistle Turf
Jan 1st, 1970 at 12:00am
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Second Draft
You tipped
the wheel barrow 
where we have slept in peace,
and hoed up the clumps in my fields, 
excavating a few words to their roots.
After tunneling together,
we breathed sweet sticky dust,
then filling pails,
you tipped
on me
unnamed pebbles
sorting them all in groups,
my gardening preferences.
Picking has caused unexpected cave-ins.
You fled fast from my broken ground.
Just be patient with me.
Upside and down
You tipped 
over
my wheelbarrow.
You can’t now run away.
Return to me for us to lift.
It is considered your wheelbarrow too,
with its pails of colored pebbles.
Some are mine and some yours.
It’ll take years to 
go through.




First Draft
Meaning 
to throw over
the barrow where we sleep,
you plunged below the surface a
pick to excavate a few words, 
while in tunnel making, 
revealing thoughts,
digging
to the roots,
of my preferences, 
filling pails with pebbles. 
The unearthing you caused
created sizable seismic pressure.
You moved from there, flying 
to the doorway
safely
away
from tectonic plates
of a fault-line heart. 
Stones cannot cry, but they will weep. 
Rocks don’t have a mouth, but they’ll speak 
of the broken ground.  
Just be patient 
with me 
and I 
will bring a field 
to blossom poesies,
this fellow of the thistle turf.
Our order takes a low profile 
when wrapped in gardening 
or carrying pails 
of earth.
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