Let me imagine you

by sealegs

Published April 12, 2010

In Poetry

Deleted for editing. Thanks for the reviews!

Comments & reviews · 3
JaneThermopolis wrote a review Review · Apr 12, 2010

Nice poem! I liked how, at first, I didn't actually get what the poem was about, but as you get towards the end and read the last stanza, I finally got what you were talking about.
I like how you used very discriptive words in this poem; I can almost imagine doing all these things in my mind. Very captivating, short, but a good read.
One of the best poems I've read on here since I joined. :)
-Jane

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Navita wrote a review Review · Apr 12, 2010

I like a good mystery...let me guess - at first, you're talking about a ship, right? Or a boat of some sort? I assume that because you say you'll tether it to the pier, practice knots with it, and that you can see the rotting areas.

But then, I got confused. You also said you'd string it around your neck, that it is not 'large thoughts,' and that it is a 'blue glass bottle.' Firstly, how can you tie an actual-bottle-sized-blue-glass-bottle to your neck; and if it really is a blue glass bottle (in the shape of a ship or with one inside it), then are you thus imagining it to be much larger and life-sized when you say you'll tie knots in its hair, and all that?

Aside from that glaring mystery, I especially liked:

You are as I remember you, plain.
A blue glass bottle
sitting in an open window.


This is a sweet and captivating image. I think, that this is almost another poem in itself - without the discrepancies, without the conflicting messages - I can just imagine an entire poem being written about a plain blue glass bottle innocently sitting at an open window.

Other than that, flow-wise, it flows reasonably well throughout - but just be carefuly not to use hard-sounding words at the ends of lines such as 'that,' and 'husk' etc - they tend to jolt the flow just a little :)

An original idea, and a very cute idea overall! :D



"The trouble with Borrowing another mind was, you always felt out of place when you got back to your own body, and Granny was the first person ever to read the mind of a building. Now she was feeling big and gritty and full of passages. 'Are you all right?' Granny nodded, and opened her windows. She extended her east and west wings and tried to concentrate on the tiny cup held in her pillars."
— Terry Pratchett, Discworld: Equal Rites