Poem 3.14

Poem 3.14

A Poem by Belle
"

...yet words is never enough.

"



it is rather by willing that

i inquired expression

acquired honed-language

to not bury oneself;

in one way or another

depth of my emotion

heights of my err

would not be flares

burning me within

 

it is through affair that 

by this inquiry

by this acquisition

i have talked to the

deep blue ten times

howled to the moon

like a wolf a hundred times

then, scattered the tidings

that brushed other souls

that,  at the touch 

of each of my song 

someone sang with it 

and danced  to it, and

became a lover himself.

 

it is too by perchance the 

depth and heights  spoken mutely

dove and soared 

into another core

into another one

'til a thousand more

 

but--to you

i have combined a million times 

every letter

to whine, to divulge

the rhythmthe rhyme of my heart

but like whirlwind

each time I have a view of you

each time my fingers crawl

each time my ink flows

it strangely tow us apart

 

furthermore,

the deeper I

the deeper you

feel the piercing breadth

---in between.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2015 Belle


Author's Note

Belle
Copyright not alone under the terms and conditions of Writers' Cafe, but also under the law of Republic Act No. 8293.


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Dear Belle

I thought it high time I looked at one of your most recent poems.

I shall make this a structured review.

And just so as you know, I never read anyone else's reviews before writing my own. I wish my review to be my opinion and not influenced by others' views.

1) Structure of the poem: Five stanzas of varying lengths. Nothing fixed.

2) Rhyme: You have the occasional external rhyme, but it is clear it is not your objective.

3) Rhythm: Given that all the lines are brief and of relatively equal length, read aloud there is a steady beat to it.

4) Punctuation: You choose neither to punctuate nor use capital letters throughout. I like that consistency. Either punctuate fully or not at all. You choose the latter route.

Standing back therefore from the poem and its nuts and bolts, this neatly fits into free verse.

5) Use of English: You have a subtle mix between standard English words and some more colourful ones such as : 'honed' 'err' 'perchance' 'divulge'

6) Allusion, simile, metaphor: I think that allusion and metaphor sit at the heart of this poem, so see impact below.

7) Meaning: As ever for the writer to own and the reader to interpret even if their interpretation is quite different from the writer's original intent. Some poems can be quite transparent. Others like this are more opaque and the reader is left searching for their own meaning. Both methods have equal validity.

So how do I interpret yours?

You leave little clues other than the words on the page and your opening quote: 'yet words is never enough'. Even your title 'Poem 3.14' adds intrigue to the piece.

With the little evidence to go on, I find my meaning as follows.

Writing is a driving passion in your life by which you hope to move the souls of many. Yet in real love. there can be no words to adequately express the depth of feeling. They become so shallow and inadequate, they draw apart rather than bring together.

I would love however to understand the title. Perhaps it is meant to be prosaic as in this is just another poem off Belle's production line and can never be enough to describe the inners passions of the poetess.

In the end, meaning in poetry may just be secondary to the expression of emotion, like a gust of warm air washing over the reader. I feel very much left in this position by this poem.

8) Impact and favourite lines: If I assume the meaning I have attributed to the poem above and look at its impact on me, I find the poem impressively well written. There is much simile and metaphor used throughout.

Let me jus pick three of my favourite lines:

First:

i have talked to the
deep blue ten times
howled to the moon
like wolf hundred times
then, scattered the tidings

You use metaphor here to describe the power of words, of the emotion they can convey, of your desperate search to find them and then share them with others.

Second:

it is too by perchance the
depth and heights spoken mutely
dove and soared
into another core
into another one
'til a thousand more
that brushed other soul

Emotion in poetry can be quietly expressed to impact and affect the reader. Sometimes that can be more powerful.

Third and last, your parting lines:

each time I have a view of you
each time my fingers crawl
each time my ink flows
it strangely tow us apart

furthermore,
the deeper I
the deeper you
feel the piercing breadth
---in between.

Your theme. When it comes to love, words are never enough to capture the depth and breadth of emotion. They are inadequate and confine it. They seek to define the undefinable and thereby limit it. They do not draw the reader and the writer together, the loved and the lover, they rather draw them apart.

9) Overview: A well penned piece of writing, with a rich obscurity of meaning, left open to interpretation.

Bravo


James Hanna-Magill

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Hi bell I dont always say that i understand but i try to .This seems to encompass your soul and thoughts

Posted 9 Years Ago


Belle

9 Years Ago

It does Sire.
Thank you. I feel honored to be read by you.
Lovely... unique... absolutely you.
A very well written piece.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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WOW wow WOW..... ((tips my lyrical wand to you))
one of the best reads I have read in awhile. thank you for sharing such depth.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Belle

9 Years Ago

Yes!! Welcome back. I come and go, but still I would like to say, I am glad to see you around.
Cassie Fraga

9 Years Ago

thank you, thank you, yea I had to come post my latest and catch up on the reads... its been awhile,.. read more
Belle

9 Years Ago

Will read your new poem in a while. Enjoy your homecoming ( love love love), as for me back to paper.. read more
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Pax
hmm.... deeply melancholic that touch the in between...

i have talked to the
deep blue ten times
howled to the moon
like wolf hundred times

~ wow, an imagery like that will tear your heart-out…
~ there is something about this poem cries out... or a whirlwind of emotional soul searching...
Very deep emotions written here that dug deep deeper into you core.
great!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Belle

9 Years Ago

I am not in FB either. Sige lang, writers delimna yan Kabayan. Minsan hinihiling ko na sana di na la.. read more
Belle

9 Years Ago

Pax, thank you for the reviews. I've read it all with much appreciation.
Will just be back la.. read more
Pax

9 Years Ago

now, I'm thinking na sa ganun rin..pero ganito tayo mag isip eh.. diba..so lets embrace it and face .. read more
Oh the torment of it!... it tears you apart, and I feel this! The moon does have a magical spell which burns vividly. Strange and wonderful things are evoked because of it. Passion does pierce the heart. Nice write!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Belle

9 Years Ago

"The moon does have a magical spell which burns vividly."
Very poetic response. I love it. And.. read more
Robbie~xoxo~

9 Years Ago

I enjoyed reading this.
You have a golden heart, Belle...truly beautiful you are. ~xoxo~love y.. read more
Belle

9 Years Ago

You are more beautiful Robbie, I know this by heart. 3
Sometimes this is the way it is and certain connections will only hurt us more than heal us. That's what I got from it.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Belle

9 Years Ago

Brilliant take Poet. Thank you for the read and for these words.

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