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I think it was beautiful but you lost me at the end.
A lot of interesting images, I had to read it a couple times before they came together for me. The last part about beating, devouring etc, looks like a rushed finish, and is not as effective as the first part.
Just my 2 cents, poetry is pretty personal.
Thanks Everyone
I have gotten 6 PMs asking if I was sexually abused as a child. The answer to that questions is, No.
The Poem does start out sexual and erotic, and, does symbolize sex. The end is angry and violent to symbolize the painful ending of a life... her unborn child. I wrote it about a mother who decided to have an abortion, and the days after, regretting the loss caused be her decision, and mourning for the lost of her innocence.
To deal with her stress, she has turned to alcohol, which calms her at first, then spirals into depression.
The end is angry, because she is thinking about the procedure that the baby went through being aborted.
Does it make more sense now? Kinda hard to pull all of that out of it :)
It doesnt have to relate to nursing at all, it is supposed to be a creative writing based on my Liberal Arts and Science Degree.
BrandyBSN
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To graduate from my university, i must complete a professional/personal portfolio. We have to include a project, that shows asthetic understanding and use of creativity.
I have been looking through my old poems that I have written since entering college, and I found one that I had written when I was a freshman in Fall of 1998. I need input. Its one of my favorites that I have written, but its a little "off the norm", and uses a lot of imagery. Please read it, and let me know what your opinions are?
Thank you in advance, BrandyBSN
The recollection:
Life goes on...
When I think about yesterday when I could have celebrated with sex more than moist poetry
The rhythm in my voice is broken like a morning-after haze through the throb of the coffee that continues to dilute the champagne
Intoxicating effects linger blind like secret fire and ice while in a cloud without brilliance I see
The morning's translucent picture of what might...have been
I spend time to look, listen, learn as time smokes its cigarette -
Spewing its poisons into the surrounding sanctuary of my would-be peaceful ambience
I close my eyes and approach my universe, entranced by the velvet perfume from flowers of deep blue corduroy, and continue asking questions of my eternity
Answers seep in, as the breeze whispers sweet nothings to its concrete prisoner.
Never to be free, never to breath, it bleeds continuously
The liquid embraces, and dulls the pain, but releases its desires mixed with a lack of trust, asking me to listen... as an unborn child kisses the endless morning sky
My soul searches for a reason for continued existence...
But he is a fool
We beat him
Devour him
Cut him
Make him bleed
As we misrepresent him
Refusing to let him breath
And sentence him to die
-Brandy Leake-