This week’s prompt was to attend a reading, which I planned to do (of sorts) but the car wouldn’t start. Water in the gas line.
So instead, let’s deconstruct yesterday’s Snapshot Poem, shall we?
It seemed fine when I first posted it, but then … a little help from PoetryEtc and others, and a reconsideration. Here’s the text:
i wish i could hold
your heart in my handsopen it
like a chrysanthemum
Hmmm.
- the speaker wishes to be a heart surgeon?
- the person the speaker is addressing has a heart that appears to be sharp & spiky, but is actually made of soft flower petals?
- the poet meant to say:
i wish i could hold
your heart in my handsopen it
as a chrysanthemum opens?
- the speaker is confused
- the poet is confused
Just a reminder to myself: the poem must have some internal, and even real-world, logic to it. Metaphor is fine, but it needs to make sense.
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