[Stylist] April 9th poem

[llambert at zoominternet.net]

Barbara,

I think this is the strongest poem I have ever  seen of yours, Barbara.
It is sharp,  like a knife cutting into the page. And, for your theme, it
has to be this way.
I hope you send this poem off to a good publication for publishing - it is
publication-worthy.

This is a fantastic poem - so vivid, emotional, full of the feelings that
some from the body, mind, and spirit of a person.
Your phrasing is excellent - visually, it is spot on as well.  And, I know
that is a big challenge when  writing  what you cannot see on the page.
But for poetry, especially, the blank space is  almost as important than the
poem itself. The poem exists on a physical space - and together it all has
to work.
You nailed it!  
Lynda

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Barbara

Thank you for sharing.  I like how each stanza brings you closer to the
person who is screaming.  I think I understand the poem; it seems to be
about misunderstood, ignored,artists who become frustrated at a world that
doesn't care.

Keep it up.

Shawn

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Subject: [Stylist] April 9th poem

I am doing the 30 poems in 30 days challenge and thought I would share with
you my today's poem. It was to be an ekphrastic, which means a poem that is
inspired by a piece of art or a sculpture. Usually I write highly structured
poems so this free verse poem is an oddity in my collection. And, I realize
it could have a better name but I'm putting the theme word in all of the
titles. 

THE EKPHRASTIC SCREAM
by Barbara Hammel

When I first learned about you
I thought you were a crazy man
Standing alone
Head thrown back
Mouth wide open
Arms thrown out
I had no understanding of paint

Then one day I met you
On a bigger piece of cardboard
Sewed in different textures
Standing alone
Hands over your ears
Mouth open wide
The world is too much
People are walking away
I know you now

I have held you in my arms
Rocked you
Swung with you
Heard you scream for endless hours
An ear-piercing shriek
Hands covering your ears
People walked away
The world is too much
Yes, I know you

 
 

Barbara Hammel
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