I wonder why you picked visual poetry for this task. I am not very well-versed with the form, so I will focus on the text itself.
You begin very well. Sunlight crawling across dust-grimed windows is a great image. Interesting verb usage and the overall sensation is very clear.
After this, however, the poem becomes sort of cliche. Aren't the images rather familiar? Ending with repetitive questions makes this feel more like a song, I feel. Perhaps you could rewrite this with a refrain.
The images and thoughts are very fragmented here. The grammar of it is distracting as you move from imperatives to phrases, to just words on a line. Each line of a poem must make at least partial sense. You might find this: [link] useful.
sunlight crawling across dust-grimed windows eyes staring and scaring surfaces nothing left to dust light flooding in broken windows
Those are images, some of them overused, others less so, but they should be the thrust of your poem. Heh, that's my opinion anyway. I suggest rewriting these images with more interesting words.
I liked how the presentation also fit well with the message. It was unpredictable and sporadic, not using the same pattern throughout the piece. A great example of how visual poetry should go beyond what the background and font style is.
I like this line a lot.. "Hiding again, from truths with no answer." And the breaking theme too. I will have to look at this some more, I'll often come revisit works over and the second or third time I will get more meaning from them. I really like this!
This piece has been added to the collection I, Me, Myself as it was a submission for the titled workshop.
Thank you
*Writers-Workshop
This piece has been added to the collection I, Me, Myself as it was a submission for the titled workshop.
Thank you
*Writers-Workshop
I wonder why you picked visual poetry for this task. I am not very well-versed with the form, so I will focus on the text itself.
You begin very well. Sunlight crawling across dust-grimed windows is a great image. Interesting verb usage and the overall sensation is very clear.
After this, however, the poem becomes sort of cliche. Aren't the images rather familiar? Ending with repetitive questions makes this feel more like a song, I feel. Perhaps you could rewrite this with a refrain.
The images and thoughts are very fragmented here. The grammar of it is distracting as you move from imperatives to phrases, to just words on a line. Each line of a poem must make at least partial sense. You might find this: [link] useful.
sunlight crawling across dust-grimed windows
eyes staring and scaring surfaces
nothing left to dust
light flooding in
broken windows
Those are images, some of them overused, others less so, but they should be the thrust of your poem. Heh, that's my opinion anyway. I suggest rewriting these images with more interesting words.
I hope you find this useful.
Cheers,
Aditi