forgot to remember
until the nighttime highway brought her back. her
distant thoughts were illuminated in
the dashboard light
and she pulled up plumes of gray
and white
the scars on her hands, like raised memories left over
right - fingers tracing the distorted map she always finds
her way to
the flaming glow of tobacco extinguished in her palms and
she burned...
under breath comes a lyric offhand, heard
on the radio, repetition in her head. finding strength
in repeating the sounds long after meaning has slipped its words.
the heat of her cigarette, like desert wind
west-northwest...the internal compass points
to
lane markers on tar flash fluorescent
as headlights dim the stars
promenade - bright nicotine blaze
the flaring fingerprint writing red through the air and
she burns...
this time
remember to forget.
......07.28.05......














Comments
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a cleaner love with a dirty feel.
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We're forced to bed, but we're free to dream. -Tragically Hip
iīm just not sure about the word emotion, although i see the reversal thing you did, emotion in darkness - darkness of emotion, and itīs good. That word is kind of too forward, too obvious or something, i think it weakens the poem.
iīm not sure, what do you think?
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Who is the third who walks always beside you?
...who is that on the other side of you?
the first two stanzas seem melancholic. but once we hit the 3rd stanza, I believe the word "darkness" somehow shifts the tone. That word, in contrast to say grey, white, light, etc is a lot more harsh, and therefore the shift seems quite sudden and different. I'm not too sure if darkness is the right word to use here in this case. Also, I feel: "memories left over/right" can be pretty confusing. I sat for awhile after rereading the poem trying to figure out what you mean. The only clue I have is that it may pertain to the map mentioned in the next verse. I think this is something that needs to be cleared up.
"comes some offhand lyric," --> the word some ruins this a little. "some" in its context is quite conversational. The stanzas prior to this one do not hold the same conversational tone and so therefore the verse sounds quite strange. Makes me think that the subject may be thinking that. As if one has switched voices. If this is the case, again, make it clearer, if not...i'd suggest removing "some". The stanza as a whole is nice though
again, "darkness of emotion"
"only bright nicotine blaze can be seen" --> for some reason I want to add "a" before "bright" -_- It's just personal preference I guess. Since she's smoking, and presumably one cigarette I therefore think of the blaze being singular really so I guess that's what my reasoning for putting an 'a' in there.
Hai!! I think this is good. A decent length poem...since yours have been mostly short atm, so it's great to see one like this. As I said, there are definite areas that really work. I like this poem, obviously, since I am your number 1 fan.
I like "finding strength in repeating the sounds" in your first version better than "making the sounds" in your edit.
I don't like the repetition of "emotion"; it's too bland of a word for repetition. Once is okay, but twice and I think, "Well, what emotion?"
I like "lane markers on tar" in your original; the omission of "tar" removes a nice black gooey substance that helps the tone of your poem. You also lost "tar" / "stars" assonance there, unfortunately.
I like the "raised memories left over/ right", because I'm following your eye over the girl. You're looking at her hand, then at her finger tracing the map. It builds a solid, palpable image.
I love the whole stanza: "the heat of her cigarette, like desert wind..." Awesome.
"the flaring fingerprint writing red through the air" is one of the best lines in existence. Incredible.
In addition to the also, I would pull "only a bright nicotine blaze can be seen" out of the passive voice. It's a bit awkward to read as it is.
Damn, makes me want a cigarette.
very good points, all of them. i shall forward your concerns to the board of directors, once they come back from summer recess.
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a cleaner love with a dirty feel.
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a cleaner love with a dirty feel.
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