This Poem was Submitted By: James C. Horak On Date: 2008-12-08 07:14:20 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Dire

Moments can hang    Spanish moss-like In no breeze    To stir gentleness Sweet eyes looking down    Knowing nothing to say Darting here, there A moment thunders        into passing While you let go me

Copyright © December 2008 James C. Horak


This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2008-12-29 11:11:19
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
JCH, as always I approach with trepidation even such a simple verse as this. You often leave scant clues as to what you are really saying- and I do work at finding the theme. This piece makes me feel like you are testing me. With your title, barring an unseen inference, with regards to the verse, there is the truth of brokenness. As inane as it may seem, I have been “destroyed” and know the “Dire”’ness of such a heart. Sometimes I think you like to play with us. Your first stanza “hangs” much as the “Spanish moss”. Your comparison “Moments” and “Spanish moss-like” is a recognizable image for any who have stood in the love and/or shock of love and lost love. “In no breeze” does little to add to the verse unless you point is that change is has not occurred and the situation is stable, as it were. I think though it does not detract image wise, it does get in the way. “To stir gentleness”, with regard to “Moments” is an agreement of text. They amplify each other. Your stanza two is passive aggressive. “Sweet eyes looking down” – as one does when feeling guilty or uncomfortable about something, lends into the final line. You point of not knowing how to break the news “knowing nothing to say” is well taken. Your line “darting here, there” in my opinion should be line two, with “knowing nothing to say” (not knowing what to say) as line three. Stanza three is a powerful image. I like it. The last line has go/me juxtaposed. It is a good line (an obvious ending does not make a bad ending) if they are rearranged. Sir, I would say; an interesting classroom exercise piece. It has potential, but lacks the JCH pizzazz.


This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2008-12-27 06:50:24
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
WOW James the power of your pen as it created this one....so image filled, the release of one from another.....no reason given just perhaps the time for parting is right......A moment thunders into passing.....some of those moments seem to take forever. Once more, thank you for posting and sharing. God Bless, Claire
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2008-12-20 20:33:26
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
James, My goodness the depth. So many times we find kindred souls, only to let it pass with no acknowledgment. afraid to sAy anything, unprepared to encounter, unworthy to even speak. Opportunity to connect in meaningful ways gone.......to never, most likely, come again with that individual. Wondering why nothing grew to maturity in the ways of love. And the plants were unwatered! Very good, James. Dellena
This Poem was Critiqued By: Rene L Bennett On Date: 2008-12-19 03:19:38
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Hi James, As always, it is a pleasure reading your poems. You use such imagery! You always seem to paint a beautiful picture with your words. I love the stanza, A moment thunders into passing...breathtaking!! Always, Rene'
This Poem was Critiqued By: Duane J Jackson On Date: 2008-12-14 21:29:38
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hi James, Wonderful imagery ! I like the power in the 'surface' simplicity of the poem's words. This suspended moment in the freeze of love is literally brought to life by the skill of your pen - so, were you anxious for this freedom or was it a case of rejection on her part... Duane.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2008-12-13 21:36:25
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
JCH, Wonderful rhythm and sparseness. I've found the same vein. Let's hope there's gold in them hills. MSS
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