Snaps
Singing
Posted June 14 2012
I covered my ears,
As her singing filled the car,
I hated it,
It drove me nuts,
I rolled down the window,
To drown out the sound.
Off rhythm, off pitch, off key,
All to annoy me.
What is the matter?
She asked,
With a smile on her face,
I pursed my lips,
And turned up the radio
And she laughed,
And my uncle told me
That I was lucky to have her
And I laughed
But I knew
That when I was her age
I'd sing to my child,
Just like she did for me.
Comments (11)
Version 2 posted on June 14 2012 at 2:17PM
B-ELLA Books Wrote:
I didn't really understand this. Maybe its because I'm always the one who sings in the car in my family but it didn't feel as solid as your usual poems. It felt a little scattered with multiple ideas just combined.
August 25 2012 at 6:53PM
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ReplyEugenio RodrÃguez Wrote:
Where the images here? Where are the metaphors? This is just a remembrance.
June 14 2012 at 10:13PM
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ReplyCharlotte Storm Wrote:
Take a simple sentence. "I hate clouds." That could mean anything, or be anything to anyone. Poetry is perceptually shape-shifting, and ^ that's what I mean by poetry is by personal definition. I think that's the best way I can sum it up! XP
July 06 2012 at 11:37PM
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ReplyCharlotte Storm Wrote:
I believe we both are right in our own ways. :) I say poetry is by personal definition because everyone sees things in a different way in their own personal way and interprets them so, it's a varied perspective kind of thing, it can take many forms and definitions...of course...you can put a practical definition to the nature of poetry and poets...but to me, my belief is that poetry depends on the person. I think poetry is nothing practical, but everything magical...as if it can be anything. Everyone has their own little world. You have your beliefs, and I have mine. And yes, you certainly are blunt, but it beats beating around the bush.
July 06 2012 at 11:28PM
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ReplyThe Essence of Poetry Wrote:
Right you are :)
July 06 2012 at 10:58PM
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ReplyEugenio RodrÃguez Wrote:
Charlotte, I know I am blunt. But where did you get that "Poetry is poetry by personal definition"? As opposed to nonfiction, in fiction we try to transcend the obvious even when it appears otherwise. A good poet can describe a plain piece of bread and make us see the sky (or our baby ass). If it doesn't fly, it's not a kite.
July 06 2012 at 10:57PM
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ReplyCharlotte Storm Wrote:
Poetry is poetry by personal definition and if you try to put guidelines to it, then it's not poetry anymore.
July 06 2012 at 10:04PM
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ReplyThe Essence of Poetry Wrote:
You don't need to have metaphors in writing for it to be called poetry. Ballads? Blank verse? Free verse? A narrative poem?
July 06 2012 at 9:44PM
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ReplyCharlotte Storm Wrote:
Maybe it is, but not everyone's gonna understand everyone's work and if you don't get what I mean then you don't, I'm not sure I can explain it.
June 15 2012 at 8:25PM
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ReplyVersion 1 posted on June 13 2012 at 10:46PM
HungerGamesGirl59 Wrote:
I really felt the love in these words. It made me smile. I can feel how you cherish those memories. Very loving!
June 14 2012 at 11:23AM
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ReplyVenus in Furs Wrote:
Very sweet. The love here is vividly felt, and the subtlety of the ending saves this from being a cheesy work about the cycle of life (specifically going from daughter, to mother). Well done!
June 14 2012 at 10:43AM
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