Poetry / voice (Analysis)

You seem to me to be rather direct so, I shall be too.

I don’t know exactly why you write poety except for those reasons you deign to give us on your page here.

I however write for two-fold reasons: firstly, what I feel and LASTLY, what I have been graced with the ability to write. To write for the sake of writing is about as empty as having sex for the sake of having sex. No thanks.

The last verse was in actuality the who point…but thank you for pointing out that the reason for the poem was crap. I will consider blotting that out with whatever is at hand. However, do not hold your breath unless you wish to do me a great favor and expire.

I do want to say thank you for the wonderful compliment you gave the footwork necessary to get The Reason for the poem, though. It is nice to know that when I apply myself to get to a goal, I meet your standards. Those dratted feelings are the icky parts I must do away with, it seems…

I now go to gird myself against the next review I must build up points to open from you. I assure you, I cannot wait (I’m only kidding – I don’t get on the site very often so it will most likely be a week or so)!

Thanks for your review and I truly WILL look at the poem from your point of view. I am aware that I butcher perfectly good things with sentimentality, make poems a few verses too long, etc. The grumpier and more acerbic you get, however, the less likely I will be to listen to your drivel. k

        Dear lady, most readers would get the last stanza without its presence.  Those who wouldn’t don’t read poetry but as you point out that’s just my drivel.  It is my opinion that it is too bad you choose to ruin a perfectly good poem to satisfy your need to express your woundedness, but it is your poem.  There can be a quiet serenity in hurt that does not cry for sympathy or exact any animosity from the expression of it.  How else does one gain the insight to write so eloquently about the “voice” without having been pained by it. You really should consider my suggestion from a writer’s perspective.
     No need to build up points for my future reviews though; I will leave your work to the other talents to review.  Most of the people find my reviews a little too acerbic for the digestive endeavor.  I blame my mentoring on that.

It is not my intent to restrict or build up points for you or anyone else. I hope you get lots if that is your goal.

Nor did I say I would or would not take your advice.

Why would you give credit for your acerbic tongue (whether written or spoken) to your mentor(s)? Is it not your own?

I assure you mine is my own. Neither my family or friends contributed to mine. If any source can be saide to, it is writers and those like YOU I have read and responded to over the years and maybe…just maybe one or two choice minds I’ve interacted with along the way.

I don’t blame them, however. I credit them. k

Well, you win. I loose.  Feel better now.
I obviosuly have neither the wit or temperment to battle with you so I choose to retreat.  I’ll even let you have the last word.  
But I willl\ credit my mentors with what they taught me and I will take responsibility for who I am.  I was taught to view poetry with a critical perspective, to write and rewrite until it is right, and to look for legitimate input from other sources.  I have observed my mentors in close quarters and had my attempts at poetry raked over quite severely at times.  Early on I thought they just didn’t get it: now I have come to understand I just didn’t get it.  
  By the way, my acerbic temperment may be more a reflection than a reality.  Now, have at me with your last words. I might even return to read them but you obviosly don’t understand me or my well meant critique and you obviously have lost at least piece  of your sense of humor.  I hope you get it back.
One more thing before I check out.  I ussualy read all the works posted by a writer and check out their reviews before I comment.  Before I open a review I do the same. So I am familiar with alll you have posted here and was before I made any comment.
  

(me too – which is why I made  reference to your stated reason for being on the site in the first place, or didn’t you catch that?). And as for further commenting, there will be none beyond this. I appreciate the original ones you made as I have said, for its value.

And as far as those comments go, they were complimentary in this manner: Gee, you look so grand tonight! Until I get up close to you…

It’s all in the phrasing, I’m thinking. And what with you being such a master wordsmith, I thought you might have been nicer, is all…I coulda been mistaken. I took umbrage. So sue me. I might have been having a bad day; they come up on you all unsuspecting sometimes. If so, I have drug this post to it’s timely death.k

“Our souls however do not stain unless…
Well, unless we do not try to clean them with the wonderful filter of life ”  

In your original Critique of my poem there were lines I thought quite profound. The reason I thought them so was their stated simplicity. I thought to myself, here is something I KNOW about being echoed back at me as if it is a revelation…

Should I then be floored by it?

The profoundedness of the statement was in it’s error. We ARE our souls – nothing more or less. We enter into this material world – however many times – in a particular shape or condition – and upon it we set out to improve, become stronger, complete and more wise creatures. In this sometimes we succeed and sometimes we do not. Always though, Life is the testing ground and the body, heart and mind are the vehicles through which we travel to do these things.

Feelings, thoughts and motion are only the tools (and obstructions) we must utilize and circumnavigate with at times. To be slightly cheezy and as Pat sang a couple of decades ago, Life is a battlefield.

I like what you said. Quite scary to think someone would actually try to clean their Soul with life, with this world. Alarming; you scared me to death – you should write a book based on that. k

Elithian, as promised,bows with mouth shut and pen pocketed.