Objectives by soleke ali

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Objectives by soleke ali

I think this is striking. Excellent writing with a lovely cadence. I like a certain ambiguity and dreaminess to the poem in that I can't tell, quite, whether this is about an actual woman or the writng process - a poet calling up the muse? No matter, because layered meaning and metaphor greatly appeal to me and what is being described is the effect of this "she" on a speaker helplessly absorbed and influenced by a mesmerizing presence, whether inner or outer. Could be both. My only slight stumble was over the use of 'woken' which seems contemporarily awkward to me, though on the other hand it is in perfect keeping with the "o" sound throughout the line in which it's placed, and the writer makes skillful use of such assonance elsewhere, as in the last two lines. For me, the imagery, phrasing and resolution are beautifully acomplished.

Ooops! The name is saleke ali. Sorry. :-(
And I don't know what happened to the link. It disappeared!
I found this rather cliched. There was too much overtly 'poetic' language, words like cadence, shadows, longing. And, in my opinion, if you are going to tackle the dangerously overdone area of "the poem about writing", you must do something original (writing from the point of view of the people being written about was a nice touch...) This was accomplished but, I felt, not different enough in tackling an overtackled topic. Joe
I don't think this is cliched. I think there are cliched bits, but without causing offence to the poet, if you take out the cliched words, It reads as a rather unusual poem. I like 'Sometimes we'd crack like vagrant seeds.' Span
Yes span, I agree and I think the last lines are striking too. The writer does cast a rather unusual slant on this subject for me.. But I understand why spack objects. I don't know about overtly poetic language. Maybe the poet didn't reach enough to find fresher language in respect to the words spack highlighted and okay, I'll buy that. But I'm reading spack as feeling the whole subject of becoming a poetry lover/writer is what is cliched in that it's been done many times over, while what I first focused on was the title and where that took me in my understanding of the poem as a whole ( which happens to be true of spack's own poem Coma, too, and I have such a different take from spack's own, on that! ) Objectives. Whose objectives? Not the speaker's, in my opinion. Because he was caught up in feeling pretty much like putty in someone else's hands, under her spell, her OBJECTIVES. Until 'she' stopped talking ( synonym for doing her thing?) once she had reached a certain point. And she wasn't doing 'her thing' because she loved on a personal level: She didn’t do it for love. We were all strangers in Her monochrome room It was the message in these details which caused me to feel this a very good conceit and why I said there might well be a real woman involved. Like an excellent teacher. But whoever, whatever the relationship, this was a woman who could see the best potential in those she mesmerized and in whom she inspired an understanding and love of poetry, who knew when to let go, to step back ( or maybe it was simply that what she was saying took root, suddely made sense) so that the birthing process could begin in 'us': Her intending hands would seize Our mysteries. The syllables would Stop abruptly. And the rain would fall… Slow. Red. Silent with attention to The soft brain and open page. I can't wait to read more of saleke's wotk because I have this feeling it might be rather special.
I wish we had spell check! I csn't see the words for 'sh*te*, the text is so small and my eyesight so poor!
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