Im not convinced that this is where to start
I saw a woman at a bus stop today, all alone
Everybody is in strict dress code
Even that guy
Even that girl
Im not falling: just sinking
Further and further away
Guess it is time to leave here
And let my thoughts drift away
How clever that you have a substratum - a poem within a poem, and brilliant that
the sentences in bold are the subjects of the matter of this poem, this story within;
the sentences beneath the ones in bold are of course, the descriptions of (that girl, that guy, etc)
these things and the perspective gained through your eyes of the conformity and all the other
fallacies that come with the pressure society places on its beings-
What great insight you have, and I couldn't agree more. Everyday I m surrounded by those same "types"
(you see? By me saying "types" then I am judging, but not, at the same time- it is out there, deemed by society, types, with plastic skin, plastic personalities.)
I'm glad I am not one of them, and, seemingly you, just for the contrary testament of your words.
Brilliant.
I liked this piece, but wasnt sure it sounded like it was complete "as is", so we passed. It didnt make the winning spot in "The Other Herald's Summer Writing Contest". This was the last cut.
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a great truth on the sociology of today...your opening was fantastic...start from the point where everyone could relate...i did not find your formatting to be a distraction to the reader at all...i also love the poem within a poem aspect as well...the ending was perfect...tied everything together ...love the message!
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A very good piece. It is all very true, and it is well put and has a uniaue set-up.My favorite stanza is the first one, whixh leads into the only problem I have with the poem; it gets a little duller as you read through, in my opinion. I liked the poem more when I read the insight L.L. gave with the bold lines somewhat forming their own poem.
the particular point of view that the protagonist has is such a nice way to put things...because theyre not only in context, the comments that is, but they relate society to how it wants to be, and how hard it actually tries to become that...its almost like second guessing whatever poeple think they are, the title adds a bit of mystery as well...going in my library, if you care to know...
Im not convinced that this is where to start
I saw a woman at a bus stop today, all alone
Everybody is in strict dress code
Even that guy
Even that girl
Im not falling: just sinking
Further and further away
Guess it is time to leave here
And let my thoughts drift away
How clever that you have a substratum - a poem within a poem, and brilliant that
the sentences in bold are the subjects of the matter of this poem, this story within;
the sentences beneath the ones in bold are of course, the descriptions of (that girl, that guy, etc)
these things and the perspective gained through your eyes of the conformity and all the other
fallacies that come with the pressure society places on its beings-
What great insight you have, and I couldn't agree more. Everyday I m surrounded by those same "types"
(you see? By me saying "types" then I am judging, but not, at the same time- it is out there, deemed by society, types, with plastic skin, plastic personalities.)
I'm glad I am not one of them, and, seemingly you, just for the contrary testament of your words.
Brilliant.