Monday, February 7, 2011

[Poetry Submission III] Inhale/Exhale


I

breathe in
            i am
                        anomaly
            birds written in unmarked snow
                                    i plagiarized
                                                                        i forgive
                                                i notice
                        ubiquitous
                                    am i
            sense of self
                                                undefined in all
                                                            abstract thoughts
                        floating
                                                                        bullets on the parchment
                                    hallway trysts
                                                                                                in vain of youth
                                                never failing to disillusion
                                    blood in life blood in death
            we all notice
                                                notice me notice you
                                                            searching for me
            identification unknown
                                                                                    if i am who they see
                                                signs of life
                        notice these
                                                                        who am i
                                    cycle repeats
                                                            actions defining
                        this wordsmith
                                                former of phrases
                                                                        craftsman of paragraphs
                                    artisan of prose
                                                            patterns are guillotines
            death comes with conforming
                                                i am myself
                                                                                                who is myself
                        find this find you notice here
                                                                        notice my work
                                    gunshots with an exclamation point
                                                                                    reign of impatience
                                                glance over
                        notice him notice me notice you
                                                                                         an adumbrate loophole
                                                            find it find everything
                                                                        notice the defining me
     
                                                                                                                 breathe out

II

breathe out
            what is
                                    gratitude
                                                            is it you
                        notice me
                                                is it read
                                                                        biography of styles
            do we dare
                                                            how are you
                                    why are you
                                                who are you
                                                                                    when are we
                        when am i
                                                            am i erasing
            art from pages
                                                stay with me
                                    canvas made blank
                                                                        i will do it
my great wonder
                                                                                        small hours of the morning
                                                don’t fail me now
                        if i should fall
                                                down
                                                            and down
                                                                        and down
                                                                                    will you catch me
will you be there
                                    at my behest
                        will you find me
                                                            who am i to you
                                                what i am is what i do
            erasing me
                                                fade to black
                                                                                    rebirth is inspiration
                                    conversion
                                                                                                conformity
                                                            darkness
                        the end of an era
            the beginning of an age
                                                                        slowly
                                                i feel the death
            of a nation
                                                                                    on butterfly wings
                                    notice this will you notice
                                                            please can i
                                                                                                                 breathe in

2 comments:

  1. Luke,

    This poem is extremely intriguing to me, and it really makes me think. To be honest with you, I had to read it 3 times through before I could gather my thoughts about it all. I really appreciated the feeling of disconnect between the ideas presented in each line. I believe it added immensely to the poem overall in that it made it seem as if the poet narrative was truly debating and struggling with the idea of who he is and who he is as a poet. I also really loved how the first part of the poem started with "breath in" and ended with "breath out", whereas the second part of the poem started with "breath in" and ended with "breath out". It made the poem seem real, and that while all these thoughts were compiling at such a fast rate, that the poet narrative was still taking things breath by breath.

    My one suggestion, is of personal preference, I found the poem slightly harder to read due to the line structure. I think moving only certain lines would add more emphasis to those lines and your overall point could be conveyed more readily. However, as I said this is a mere suggestion!

    I truly enjoyed your poem, and you have me wondering where else canvases are going to show up in your work!

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  2. Luke, this is a great poem! I really enjoyed reading it, though I did have to read it more than one time through. It is definitely very thought-provoking! I love all of your small phrases, such as "fade to black" and "rebirth to inspiration". Your entire poem flows really well and comes together to form a great picture. However, I do think that the structure of your poem made it difficult for me to read and fully understand. I was too focused on the actual structure to concentrate on the depth of the poem itself. Though it looks awesome, I do not know if this kind of structure is complete necessary the entire way through. My suggestion would be to move the lines around in only some places, maybe where you want the most emphasis. Overall though, I really enjoyed your poem! You are a great writer!

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