Number 9 Dream
10-23-2007, 11:49 PM
Hey all...I am in dire need of constructive and honest feedback, folks. I've been slaving on this poem for my Poetry Workshop class, but I am not sure if I like it and/or the theme of the poem is clear to the audience. I would REALLY appreciate it if a few people here (or even just one or two people) could give me advice or suggestions on how to improve it (if needed). I would also like you to tell me a few things 1.) How does the narrator in this poem feel? 2.) How does the other woman feel? and 3.) Did this poem get the conflict across effectively? 4.) Do you get it? Like it? Hate it? I will not hate you for giving me your honest, brutal opinion either! Trust me, I can take it! (Plus, my professor is VERY honest when it comes to this stuff, so I'm beyond being hurt by now, lol).
I am looking for comments on this tonight (like, within an hour or two!) because it's due tomorrow morning. Thanks!
(By the way, it is currently untitled).
I remember how
you used to dress me
with such methodical vigor;
your hands pulled me in to
a pink pyjama cocoon,
fingers stiff with a cool rigor,
the same hands that
rolled dough on our tomb slate counter
and pounded away yeast powder dreams
as I crouched at your ankles,
tugging away at
bursting seams.
Soon, I began to dress myself
in short skirts
and night gowns too sheer.
I waited expectantly for the talk,
only to get a pregnancy pamphlet
and the sigh of "Everything you need to know about men is in here."
(P.S. I did use a rhyme scheme, which I hate, lol. I think it's cheesy).
I am looking for comments on this tonight (like, within an hour or two!) because it's due tomorrow morning. Thanks!
(By the way, it is currently untitled).
I remember how
you used to dress me
with such methodical vigor;
your hands pulled me in to
a pink pyjama cocoon,
fingers stiff with a cool rigor,
the same hands that
rolled dough on our tomb slate counter
and pounded away yeast powder dreams
as I crouched at your ankles,
tugging away at
bursting seams.
Soon, I began to dress myself
in short skirts
and night gowns too sheer.
I waited expectantly for the talk,
only to get a pregnancy pamphlet
and the sigh of "Everything you need to know about men is in here."
(P.S. I did use a rhyme scheme, which I hate, lol. I think it's cheesy).