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Man made brain damage.

I remember when bells were raised from the earth
with such a clacking that
challenged the birds,

the chimes that wind's baby hands smacked
dull and inspiring of bronze dreams -

malleated from dirt, a hidden voice
vibrating with electricity like
thunder: racing ponies stampeding over heart

stop drop dead
and eardrum blood;


Yet when I asked if they had a message from nature,
they remained quiet in hopeless
amnesia.











~~~

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  • CaliOkie silver member
    October 15

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    Like glass we usually shatter with a loud crack. The peal of bells attends the beginning and the end of many things . . . weddings, funerals, and the countdown in between (at least I can remember when the bell tower noted the hour). The bells, the bells, the bells, the bells, the bells . . . Poe had the right idea. Though we often associate the apocalypse with the final trump, I believe it is the bells that will precede the beginning of the end.

    This is excellent.

    Garrison

  • I agree with Etoile's commentary on the middle part. The way you set up your sentence was too long winded...try to get to the point concisely. As I read it, I was waiting for the part that says what you wanted to say, but instead the first half of the sentence dragged.

    "Wind's baby hands" - I didn't particularly like that. Perhaps "baby hands of the wind" or something. I just stumbled over that part.

    Other than that, I think with some polish, you'd have yourself a solid poem. Good luck with the scholarship.


  • etoile
    October 5

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    I like it.. all the things that have to do with sound. and how the man-made bells are louder than the other natural sounds.

    malleated from dirt, a hidden voice
    vibrating with electricity like
    thunder: racing ponies stampeding over heart

    stop drop dead
    and eardrum blood;
    ---
    I didn't really get that part, and the line breaks seemed kind of off to me.

    and I loove the last stanza, it's brilliant. such a powerful ending.

    sorry I suck at criticism, but I think this is great even though I got confused in the middle.
    goodluck!! I bet you'll do great

    and what scholarship is this for?
    I want to find a poetry one too and enter just because I can.

    • And Hyetal
      October 5
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      Yeah, I realize the middle is pretty off; a friend and I are working on it. But thanks so much for the comment, it gives me more courage to enter.

      http://www.highschoolpoetrycontest.com/to_enter

      • etoile
        October 5
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        well you should definitely enter, I think you have a really really good chance of winning
        I can't enter that though.. it's for the US only >.< boooo.
        maybe I'll find a canadian one and give it a shot haha

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