Adding a bit of story to your poetry?

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Tristesse said:
Which one was that OT?

Go fish!

:D

Yeah. Inquiring minds.....

So I guess you like chunky peanut butter. :D
 
Read this poem:

Ripples in the Pond
by The_Fool ©

A small boy squats down
By the edge of the pond.
Still water at evening’s end
Reflecting dust as a mirror.

A tiny hand splashes in the water,
Snatched back at unexpected wetness.
Tentative touch with extended finger
He explores the mirror wetness.

He grasps a rock and stands,
Rocking on almost steady feet.
He throws it as far as he can
And stands, fascinated by the ripples.






Now...how much does it change the meaning of the poem if I tell you that this was written on hearing that the seven year-old son of one of my friends had passed away after fighting illness for all his life?
 
The_Fool said:
Read this poem:

Ripples in the Pond
by The_Fool ©

A small boy squats down
By the edge of the pond.
Still water at evening’s end
Reflecting dust as a mirror.

A tiny hand splashes in the water,
Snatched back at unexpected wetness.
Tentative touch with extended finger
He explores the mirror wetness.

He grasps a rock and stands,
Rocking on almost steady feet.
He throws it as far as he can
And stands, fascinated by the ripples.






Now...how much does it change the meaning of the poem if I tell you that this was written on hearing that the seven year-old son of one of my friends had passed away after fighting illness for all his life?



in this case, makes it better I Think
drives home the emotion of childhood being so special and the tragedy of it being taken away

without the explanation it's a happy innocent look at a boy and a lake
with it........its a whole life story and a look at ourselves

Not to say that will work with every poem.......
depends on what you want the reader to know



Wow
good coffee today
 
The_Fool said:
Read this poem:

Ripples in the Pond
by The_Fool ©

A small boy squats down
By the edge of the pond.
Still water at evening’s end
Reflecting dust as a mirror.

A tiny hand splashes in the water,
Snatched back at unexpected wetness.
Tentative touch with extended finger
He explores the mirror wetness.

He grasps a rock and stands,
Rocking on almost steady feet.
He throws it as far as he can
And stands, fascinated by the ripples.






Now...how much does it change the meaning of the poem if I tell you that this was written on hearing that the seven year-old son of one of my friends had passed away after fighting illness for all his life?

Ok, It's not 2 am anymore, and now I remember.

:rose:
 
how much would it change the poem

knowing it was written on the death of a young person

well if it was published - that information would be listed in the preface or foreword

or it would be foot-noted

back story is normal in books of poetry--why should it be considered otherwise

(scratches head)
 
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