Words scatter
don’t scare them away
we tread with trepidation -- slowly, they gather
again
Po-e-try, in fragments, heated to molten glass,
shaped to your taste
Scritch, the tick of a clock, pens scratch and pause, then
the deadline compels us to start again
a discreet hum, whistling in the air, we come close and listen
Unfold your new page, brush the keyboard --
a meeting, but not wholly so
a moment instead, a space, extending effortlessly
where meaning shifts,
alive
in progress
Comments
First of all, I seriously hope you pursue writing in the future. If not a career, then joining more literary spaces and submitting to other competitions, magazines, etc... When I'm browsing through YWP, I am always drawn to your poems and writing. As a freshman in college who has been writing for years, I wish I wrote like this at your age. Your poems have a certain type of depth that is very impressive to read, along with your impeccable vocabulary and use of formatting. This personally caught my eye because of the interesting format, but the language dominates and cultivates a certain mood that feels indecipherable yet just right. I adore all of the lines, however, "a moment instead, a space, extending effortlessly / where meaning shifts, / alive" is striking. The utilization of imagery is immersive, reminding me of the whole vibe of my present and past poetry club meetings. Your potential is endless. You're doing incredible work. I hope you stay with YWP for a long time.
Oh my goodness, thank you for your amazing comment! I admire you as a writer as well and love reading your work. I will definitely never let my love of poetry fizzle out, and will try to push myself to submit to contests and magazines more. Thank you so much for the feedback on this poem, too! I am always looking to improve!
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