A Longing For Utility by Mulekick
http://www.abctales.com/node/546802
I liked this a lot. Admire the way the poet uset the utility/skill of chopping wood, building just the right fires and living with dogs/a pup's behavior as analogies to what is or is not going on in the Self/relationship/family situation being described. A questioning of worth, and place. Very evocative of the senses being overwhelmed by a pervasive hollowness and loss for me. Or something of the Self really missing from the scene; a numbness to a routine, even while the neve endings are screaming. Found the resolution superb...that suggestion of a sudden freeing - a pent-up and instinctive wildness, just wanting out.
The only thing that really caused me to stumble was the use of a personal name in the middle of this. I don't know why exactly for I've seen names in poems before without getting this uncomfortable feeling I'm being brought in too close, almost as voyeur. A question of boundaries and how much distance we need for comfort? Don't know. Perhaps it's because 'Chris' links the poem so firmly to an individual experience and tends to cause me to feel I'm intruding on the very personal. I thought use of he/she or even my son/daughter/friend/you - whatever the relationship between speaker and the named one is - would work far better. Technically, there's a repeated line I'm not sure of, and line breaks/verse lengths that could perhaps be improved, but these are minor things when the conceit is as good as this feels to me. Or am I being too nitpicky? Maybe.
Give me the beat boys and free my soul! I wanna getta lost in ya rock n' roll and drift away. Drift away...