My closet contains multitudes Costumes for a cast of characters From this forty-year production And I have played every part As my fingers push the hangers Along the closet rod I’m reminded of the scripts I memorized To try and find myself The camoflouge of the rugged hunter The blazer of the erudite professor The graphic tee of the life of the party The button down of the successful leader The hermit The lover The fighter The shoulder to cry on I performed every role Each performance with the gusto of the last But with each passing garment, I’m reminded That none of them fit just right This collar was a little too tight These sleeves a bit too short None of these were made Just for me But what is an actor without a costume?
Eric, the metaphor inherent in all of these clothing descriptions is very powerful. That's what makes a good free verse poem, that it evokes in the reader a strong emotion or connection through images. Well done, sir.
Eric, I like your sonnets. You are good at free verse, too. I like how you broke up the stanzas into short, powerful thoughts. I also feel like the lack of punctuation worked well. A question I walk away with is: how to fill a previous role that was once a costume with a tunic of servanthood? Thanks!
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Eric, the metaphor inherent in all of these clothing descriptions is very powerful. That's what makes a good free verse poem, that it evokes in the reader a strong emotion or connection through images. Well done, sir.
Thank you. That means a lot.
Eric, I like your sonnets. You are good at free verse, too. I like how you broke up the stanzas into short, powerful thoughts. I also feel like the lack of punctuation worked well. A question I walk away with is: how to fill a previous role that was once a costume with a tunic of servanthood? Thanks!
Thanks for the feedback Aaron! I really appreciate it.