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10/8/2019 1:20:03 PM
Sanja Cokolic Posts: 13
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Our planks were creaking, I only heard the music
My body is a liquid
that keeps your glass half full
I'm merely there to fill the gap
between episodes of a screenplayed life
the need for symmetry
is overdrawing a story
were us could be presumptive
like you said
those expectations were my mirroring
so your repulsion stepped out to the scene
now we're sitting each in his corner
shrunken
as the vertical thoughts aim the heart harder
like a drone
released with purpose
absolved of liability
from the shelves of my soul
you're removing belonging titles
stacking your books
while happiness in this head is playing a tennis match
in front of an empty grandstand
I'm not standing
you've lent my nature disrupting the statics
I stand no more
I'm floating between this viscous heart
and knowledge that for me you're nefarious
preparing your clean exit
I'll sweep hidden agenda letters
which were adjusting to all of my lightheartednesses
you've turned the light off
and my heart became raspy
as you kept introducing roles in this performance
curtain is lowered
I'm bringing us to the end edited by Christina Addison on 10/8/2019
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10/11/2019 6:59:26 PM
Jack Webster Posts: 255
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Suggested edits:
(Found poem 1)
My body is a liquid that keeps your glass half full.
The need for symmetry overdraws our story.
Like you said those expectations were my mirroring.
(Found poem 2) The planks of the stage were creaking. I only heard the music.
Your repulsion stepped out to the scene, absolved of liability.
You prepared a clean exit as you continued to introduce roles in this performance.
I will not stand in front of an empty grandstand,
and I turn the light off.
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10/12/2019 8:16:19 AM
beto riginale Posts: 5
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I enjoyed reading your work. The imagery associated with the stage, the sense of loss, despondency, anger. I admit it took me a moment, that is, reading more than the first line, to catch the imagery. But then I recalled Shakespeare "All the world's a stage" and then all was clear. Although some passages were not clear, the overall image is, in my opinion, a play with each stanza a scene or action.
From my perspective, there are a couple of problems with the work I admit that I am a minimalist and fan of William Zinsser so that obviously colors my perspective. I found the constant switching between active and passive voice and between the present and the past tense detract from the emotional level of the work.
Since we find out in the last lines that the play is at an end, I would put all the preceding lines in the past tense. For instance, the first line might be:
Tho' the planks creaked, I heard but music
also, I would move the third stanza up and change it to:
I merely filled the gap between scenes of life's play
to confirm that the setting is a play. Also, I would rearrange the other stanzas into a more consistent order. Now that all but the ending occurs in the past, and the play is nearly over you can move to the present:
Now the curtain falls
as I bring us to the end.
Beto
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10/13/2019 4:34:52 AM
Sanja Cokolic Posts: 13
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thank you both ... english is not my first language, as I am croatian native, so it is kinda hard to express myself in a right way. Thank you.
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