This Poem was Submitted By: Jordan Brendez Bandojo On Date: 2001-02-10 07:29:52 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Quatrain

Before the horizon hid  The sunset’s last mien, I had ink in my veins I wrote a quatrain Each line tells the salad days Sinewy repartee at the foyer, Phone calls, parties, picnics Long school days of brainwashing, Then lots of jest and jeer. Meditatively static in my veranda, With the fourth and last line Elegantly composed, Heydays were put into memoir While I pored over... A whelp cannot face a qui vive Youth, a flower-bed bearing rich fruits. At the last stroke of the ink With signature fore-penned, My pen in the ebbing silence pent Perusing my dream apiece.

Copyright © February 2001 Jordan Brendez Bandojo


This Poem was Critiqued By: Regis L Chapman On Date: 2004-01-29 17:33:09
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
First four lines are a stunner. I think after reviewing a few of your poems, it's going to be harder to give out specific critiques for your work, as it's so consistently good. The vocabulary is quite well used, and well informed. Along with that you are consistently giving an excellent emotional view of things. This poem is not as heart-tugging as the previous, but that is consistent with the topic. This poem succeeds in a different way than many of the poems I have critiqued of yours prior to this- it's clearly looking back at school days. It's perspective is fresh and as ever put into such a positive and thoughtful light. I think this perspective is largely one I see due to the cultural difference. Most school people in the US are either driven business majors/lawyers/doctors or slack-offs, who couldn't see perspective running them over with a truck. Great job on the poem, and a great look into the schooling of the poet. REEG!


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