well, i've only been and gorn and dunnit

[UnderYourSpell]

still pending .....sigh

 

[fridayam]

still pending .....sigh

If it's any consolation, Annie, my Kent 1940 poem was rejected twice and read by 4 people--but has now reached 10, despite it remaining rejected! Given the numbers who actually read poems, I might get a bigger audience from the people who read it to reject it! Lol

 

[UnderYourSpell]

hang on I'll post it here (I was loathe do do so before prefering comments to be on the submitted poem) but perhaps someone can tell me what is the actual problem!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

She wasn't dressed like an angel

She wasn't dressed like an angel,
in tattered jeans
and words of a street wise kid,
belying her greying hair.
God only knows why she stopped off
reached down
and dragged me back to living
when all seemed lost
in this cardboard city.
No home or wife, no fast car,
all lost to greed
the desire for more, more, more.
A rat scuttled in the darkness
as maybe she too
looked for warmth, companionship
the instinctive need of body contact
and when it was over, I cried.
She held me, still within her,
and whispered comfort
this angel who saved my life tonight.

 

[fridayam]

She wasn't dressed like an angel

She wasn't dressed like an angel,
in tattered jeans
and words of a street wise kid,
belying her greying hair.
God only knows why she stopped off
reached down
and dragged me back to living
when all seemed lost
in this cardboard city.
No home or wife, no fast car,
all lost to greed
the desire for more, more, more.
A rat scuttled in the darkness
as maybe she too
looked for warmth, companionship
the instinctive need of body contact
and when it was over, I cried.
She held me, still within her,
and whispered comfort
this angel who saved my life tonight.

I cannot see any reason for this to cause trouble, though it is a dense read and it took me a while to get a hold on the POV. Is there an implication of the youth of the angel? You write of her with "greying hair" (was this the interpolation you added?), but I guess it could be misread.

Having said all that, I liked the poem and I'm glad I've finally read it. Ty. x

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I cannot see any reason for this to cause trouble, though it is a dense read and it took me a while to get a hold on the POV. Is there an implication of the youth of the angel? You write of her with "greying hair" (was this the interpolation you added?), but I guess it could be misread.

Having said all that, I liked the poem and I'm glad I've finally read it. Ty. x

I put in the 'greying hair' after it was deemed to be about sex with an underage

 

[fridayam]

I thought so. How many people have read it so far (on the story side I mean)?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I thought so. How many people have read it so far (on the story side I mean)?

Just went and checked and it's got nil on it so presumably it's not being included in the daily reads as is the norm

 

[fridayam]

I had 2 people read it for the first rejection and two more (possible the same two) for the second--and then as I said 6 more people have read it after it was rejected, which is bizarre. It's odd that it has no readers at all.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I know it just sits there and 'pends' I am going to see if it makes a record for pending!

 

[fridayam]

Lol! Maybe we could have a new Top List? PM coming by the way x

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Not a very long list it finally posted!

 

[fridayam]

Yay! x

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

Not a very long list it finally posted!

So, finally huh! Well goodie.

It's a very nice slice of life: failure, redemption, salvation, and goodness. Makes you wonder about the future of the two.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

don't think they futures are together just a one off closeness when he needed someone at his lowest ebb, one of the commenters didn't get that bit though as I didn't spell it out

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

don't think they futures are together just a one off closeness when he needed someone at his lowest ebb, one of the commenters didn't get that bit though as I didn't spell it out

One of the things I like about poetry is interpretation. It means different things to different people based upon our way of processing and experiences. Two people could have very different interpretations, sometimes varying greatly from the poet's intention.