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Monotony

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March 4, 2:45am

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105

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March 6, 12:41am

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...And another poem from poetry class
Let's see what you all think about this one ;)

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Your sky is blue, just as your grass is green

Your black is black, just as your white is white

Your right is right, just as your wrong is wrong

Your views are slabs on my untraveled road

Your flattened, dead words, they are not my own

Their tone, a hymn of a foreign reed song

I don’t belong here, just as you don’t belong

Your two dimensions scare me completely

Your life is not mine, my life is

Your grip is slipping and I can’t hold on

You are losing my erratic presences

My tears produce salt more potent than you

 

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 I really like this poem. It is brilliant! I love how you word everything. I love how you get your point across. My only comments would be on some punctuation. (Now, I'm not saying you have to follow what I say...but, I know my English teacher would tell me to do this! lol).

Your sky is blue just as your grass is green

Your black is black just as your white is white

Your right is right just as your wrong is wrong

 

With this section I would put:

Your sky is blue, just as your grass is green

Your black is black, just as your white is white

Your right is right, just as your wrong is wrong

Just a small thing! You can change it if you wish...or leave it the same. Either way, it is a GREAT poem!

What a brilliant and concise way to mock the conventions of usual poetry. I don't feel the title fits the poem, and the word 'Monotony' seems a bit off, although it is a very nice word and speaks volumes.

I'm not entirely sure what you mean by 'your views are slabs on my untraveled roads'. I don't want to seem stupid, but if you could explain it on my scratchpad, I'd be grateful. I didn't understand the line 'a hymn of a foreign reed song' either.

I definately think you belong in a poetry class, you have a knack for it!

What's your 'erratic presences' mean?

Well, after reviewing your poem, I'm not quite sure I understood the purpose completely. All in all, another home-run piece to put in your pocket.

Well, I must say, if people read this and love it without understanding it then you definitely might have a knack for poetry. As for what I though, I thought it was shit. No, I'm kidding. It was really good. I am wondering who it's about though. Whoever the person is he/she must be really boring. Funny how someone can be boring but a piece of poetry about that boring person doesn't end up being boring. Very good work on this one. I would critique your grammar and punctuation but I've always been terrible with that side of writing. The content I thought was good though, I'll be checking in on your other works.

Though I'm generally not a huge fan of poetry, I did enjoy this for the most part. I found the second and third lines a bit monotonous... I wish it would have had more variety, like the first line - while I understand that you were going for a dichotomy, "black/black/white/white/right/right/wrong/wrong" is a bit repetitive. This is in line with your title... but not in a good way, I'm afraid. In the same vein,

 

Your life is not mine, my life is

Bothered me.

In some ways, I think that black/black/right/right/white/white/wrong/wrong would be better - it splits up the dichotomy, yes, but it also makes it more interesting to read, and you still get the point across. And the black/right automatically calls to mind "white" anyway, given the rhyme.

If this is a problem for you, I suggest scrapping those two lines and creating something similar with another dichotomy, but modeled more on the first line (sky/blue grass/green) so that it's not as repetitive.

I didn't quite get the "slabs" reference, but everything everything other than those three lines worked well for me. Especially the "two dimensions" in reference to the dichotomies.

The last line made me laugh.

A solid poem, I think.

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