Ken, You know that I love whatever you write, but I am especially fond of sonnets. To me they are the perfect form of poetry, if there is such a thing. Though I enjoyed all five of your entries, I am partial to #1 and #2. The imagery in Snow Dance brought back some very vivid memories, and your word choices gave it such a wonderful flow. I read it several times just for the joy of it. The Hidden Heart truly touched a place in my heart that still aches, even now. I identified so well with the emotions, and it is obvious that you do too. Thanks for sharing!
I really enjoyed this. It truly lifted my spirits. My ancestry is Irish and I love mystic poetry and songs of faerie lore. I would like to read more like this, if you have them. If you don't, then you should write some because you are very talented at it. The cadence and rhyme scheme were write on!
As I did the first poem, I read this one several times. It still catches me off guard....how much your poems make me think of my late husband and his childhood.
This poems relates to me the inability of the abuser to understand the far reaching consequences of his actions. He is simply behaving as he was taught to. In turn he is teaching his victim to be just what he is. Yet when still a child, the victim has dreams of the possibility of a different future.....hoping he is not doomed to share his abuser's fate.
It's difficult for me to read this and not want to reach out to the child and hold him and protect him. This poem evokes many strong emotions in me....thanks for sharing, Camar.
Glad to see you back, Camar! I am honored that you value my opinion enough to ask me to read and critique your work. I hope I am able to live up to your expectations.
I read this several times and each time I came away with the same thought....we as poets use our words, our rhymes to personify our feelings in such a way that we can express them without exposing ourselves, our hearts, our vulnerability. Your poem has explalined this so well, and you have done it by doing just what I said. You have personified your loneliness to the lone flower, and your vulnerability to the exposed petals and branches of the tree seeking what it needs as it fears rejection. In the end you let us know that you, too, understand this poetic practice.
Very well written. I was hooked from the first paragrah. The only thing I was hoping for was to experience one of chloe's bad dreams. I also really want to know what was in the closet!!!
Wow! Okay, this is probably my all time favorite one of yours. It is so simple and yet speaks volumes to my heart. I think of my children, now grown, wishing I could cradle and protect them. It fits the image so perfectly. So glad you picked image #1.
I really enjoyed reading this. It is very relevant to me right now, and it makes me wish for a similar experience of my own. Reading your poem makes me feel like such an experience is actually possible. The flow and rhyming are perfect; I wouldn't change a thing.
"The Road Not Taken" is one of my favorites and I'm sure most people will say that because its theme is universal. I have to say, I like your ending better. It's a more realistic one. We are all faced with life altering choices, and most of us would like to think we would take "the road less traveled". However, more often than not, we "fade to black" with our indecision. It was easy to read and understand, and as always, well written.
Very well written with an easy flow and a good rhyming scheme. Emotionally this hit very close to home for me; gave me a different perspective and something to think about. Thanks!
I really enjoyed reading this. You were able to express, in a unique way, the ups and downs of our search for love. The imagery was very good...I was running and falling with her.... overall awesome!
A familiar scenario for me, and you expressed it very well. I like the form and the visual length of it shows the agonizing slowness of.....well, whatever it is we go through when we have lost someone we love.
Okay, so as I began to read this I thought he was talking about someone he had lost; someone he had loved. maybe his wife? Then, when I get to the last stanza, I realize that it was in his dreams that he came to know this person he has never met, so much so that he can feel her near him..... but then again, I could; have it totally wrong Either way, another wonderful poem, Ken. (I wanna be you when I grow up)
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