by Dawn Jun 4, 2013
category :
Sadness, depression /
other
Sitting in solitude, where I hid from |
by Piogga
I was meaning to write you a comment earlier on but couldn't find the time until now. This poem is "told" more as opposed to have been laid down to be seen. It's nouns/verbs (solitude-insanity-seethe-rage etc.) with very little adjective (which isn't a bad thing. On the contrary, it's quite hard - for me anyway - to find someone who strays away from imagery and adjectives yet writes extremely well) I usually, in hindsight, don't like poetry that's written quite literally - stating the exact words felt. However the way you've slowly, as though teasing, transitioned with imagery and metaphors (platinum rings, raven wings etc.) shows how well you write. And I appreciate that immensely. Oftentimes it's hard to create something new and unique without those poetic devices in abundance. Having said that, I love how you focused on one. As well as the title: no nonsense - shows how delicate the subject is. |