The imperative (Poetry Monthly)
By Pat G
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blue
revisit a dream
and check
on progress
seeds sprouting
since the sowing
this night, the next
or one before
in the dark
cold blue brick
and small hairs erect
green
stand or fall: stand
on green moss roofs
or lie
and wait for light
close eyes
don’t ignore demands
dark
seize every shoot
tear it
from the ground
sowing, a mistake,
but be careful
in the dark
beware the tugging roots
no matter how far
you've gone
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Comments
Hi there.
Hi there.
I enjoyed the short, impressionistic strokes of your poem. It felt immersive and claustrophobic.
However, I hope you won't mind a newbie's observation that the third section 'moist' does not appear to flow thematically from the previous two. Although in the same style, I am not sure the progression from green shoots to anchor chain is well established.
On the other hand, I suppose, it is typical of the way a dream progresses and may be indicative of 'how far / you've gone'.
And it did not diminish my enjoyment.
Lily.
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I like the visual quality
I like the visual quality here. It feels like a painting with blocks of stong colour and some sort of sleeping narraive connecting them. Really interesting voice, giving imperatives to self - or is it some sort of controlling external voice? Subtley disturbing.
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A surreal trip. For me, a
A surreal trip. For me, a sleep walk dictated by a haunting dream consciousness. Does it need thematic continuity? I'm not sure it does. I liked the shift in gears, making me draw on a different kind of sensory experience to draw meaning. Much enjoyed.
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