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Angles
and austere equations
plotted on nature's paper:
white flesh and perpendicular veins beneath
grey-on-gold leaves biting into branches slicing
into desiccated trunks carving into tired earth digging into--
smoke.

Autumn smoke curves achingly up,
towards distant cloud wisps.
Wood sparse and damp;
there's only smoke without the fire.

Wood holds back, receding behind wet moss and
cautious smoke creeps lowly,
embracing worldly memories
of swings and children and leaf hills,
and misplaced dreams like autumn air that stings.

Heavy is the smoke that aches
to transcend from pyre,
and curve into the sky.
©2008-2009 *infrangiblegreen
:iconinfrangiblegreen:

Author's Comments

A revision of an old poem (september 2006), for the Writer's Workshop workshop - Punctuating with Purpose. It's heavily revised in both punctuation and actual content. I haven't been able to write anything I've been content with for quite a while now, and I hesitate to grope for the easiest explanation- "writer's block" since that's just laying the blame on something perceived to be beyond ourselves and therefore out of our control.The point of this little digression is that it's partly the answer to number 4 (In a roundabout way).


1. Do you usually punctuate your poetry? Why/why not?

When I first started writing poetry (around eleven years old, I think) I went through a phase where I used a comma at the end of every line, with the poem being effectively one long sentence, my focus being on line breaks to emphasise specific themes, ideas, etc. (which were, in hindsight, contrite) It was only later that I began to focus on enjambment, and more complex forms of punctuation in poetry. I usually do punctuate my poetry, and though I occasionally still have a penchant for commas, I think my preferred tool is enjambment, since I love jarring, awkward poetry.


2. Are there lines in this poem where you were considering other punctuation (or no punctuation)? If so, what were you considering and why?

In line three of the first stanza I wanted to use a semi-colon because I felt that it would add to the jarring effect, but upon consideration I felt a colon would be more appropriate.

3. If this a new draft of an old poem, do you feel better about your choices this time, or do you feel as if you were forcing the punctuation use?

I do feel better with this version because I've learned a lot more about punctuation over the past two years, and my style has changed (and developed). Not to mention the fact that as part of the excersise I focused specifically on punctuation.

4. Overall, what is the effect you would like this poem to have on the reader? In other words, what are you going for, here?

I wanted the first stanza to be jarring, awkward and rigid (like an equation, or the straight part of a parabola), with the last four lines spilling into each other, creating a sense of urgency. The following stanzas gradually soften, like dissipating smoke (or even the curve of a parabola). The last stanza is meant to drift off, incomplete almost.

I also wanted to convey the urgency and vibrance of early autumn, and the gradual change that occurs as everything slows down, the air and environment becoming sluggish, but this theme can be adopted for other concepts within the poem as well.

Thanks for reading! =)

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:iconopticneuralinterface:
Poetry isnt my thing dear, but I like this! And for what its worth i preferred the bottom three ... stanzas? Cos i guess its not really clear in the first whats being spoken about. Maybe that was the intention?

Chocobo said he liked it!
:iconvideotaped:
This is amazing. The imagery simply blew me away, and I think it a shame that most people (myself included) don't take the time to read the dA lit submissions, when things like this are hidden within them. The entire piece is exceptionally well-written, but my favorite part is this:
"Angles
and austere equations
plotted on nature's paper:
white flesh and perpendicular veins beneath
grey-on-gold leaves biting into branches slicing
into desiccated trunks carving into tired earth digging into--
smoke."

You might also want to check out [link] if you havn't already; it's a site focused towards poets and I basically live on there lol (:

--
to avoid criticism,
do nothing,
say nothing,
be nothing.

personally, i'd rather be someone than no one.

wouldn't you?
:iconinfrangiblegreen:
Thank you! I wasn't too certain about this piece, so your comment means a lot. =)


I haven't been to that site, but I'll definitely check it out, it looks quite good- I used to be on fictionpress.net before I thought a change of scenery would be good and came to dA.
:iconvideotaped:
Allpoetry is wonderful. It basically has everything from groups to contests to classes if you know where to look (:

--
to avoid criticism,
do nothing,
say nothing,
be nothing.

personally, i'd rather be someone than no one.

wouldn't you?
:icongrimeden:
I had to read this a few times to approach it, but I've made some progress after sitting with it for a few days.

There is vivid imagery well crafted throughout the poem. The only problem is, I can't connect the images evoked. I like the modern paper hiding within a tree, but don't register the significance. I like a "leaf hill" in lieu of raking leaves, but again, don't comprehend a connection. I see smoke plumes rising - like from campfire or from diesel machinery - but it doesn't yield anything other than the image. It could be my fault for over-reaching for connection and meaning.

Smoke reoccurs throughout the piece, so it must be significant to the meaning. I just can't divine its roll. The first time it appears in the poem, I'm jarred.

Also, in the first stanza the description after the colon is a painful run-on. Painful to read aloud that is. If you want it to be a run-on, that is your right, but I thought it would move better with commas and some repetition (leaves biting into branches, branches slicing into trunks, trunks ...). I nearly pause at the verbs anyhow; the commas would only affirm the way it is spoken. The reader has to take a breath somewhere in that continuation, where do you want it?

There seems to be some regret - about the process of getting paper, perhaps – in the poem, but it doesn’t belong to anyone. There is nothing I can attribute the feeling too. I almost want to give it to nature, but can’t. I see nature as the protagonist, but can’t find an antagonist. People appear in mathematical references, swinging children, and raked leaves, but that is not enough for me to view them as a culprit. I’ve got a pent up dissatisfaction after reading the piece, but nothing to discharge it at. Does that make sense?

Smoke, whatever it represents, can never be a cloud. Smoke dissipates, clouds coalesce, so whatever transformation is being sought cannot be achieved. There has to be something more to it that I don’t see. Wherever the smoke is coming from has to be, in some sense, impure. I’m left wondering, what is the cause of the aches?

--
~D
:iconjudas130:
I enjoyed the mathematical diction in the first stanza, very nice

:peace:

--
a voice inside my head breaks the analogue.

~Judas130
:iconinfrangiblegreen:
Thank you so much for your comment! I have to admit that I reread it quite a number of times, ingesting your critique and interpretations. I apologise for having replied so late.

On reflection, I realised that I wasn't satisfied with the poem, and as you pointed out correctly, the connections between the images are tenuous at best. What I mean to say is that although the imagery is relevant in my mind, mostly because of personal meaning, this is not made clear. This is a difficult poem to categorise, and when I initially wrote it (oh, about two years ago), I think I had a number themes in mind.

In regards to the first stanza- thank you for that idea. I don't know why I didn't think of repetition. I originally removed the commas as I wanted it to be a run-on. I did want it to be awkward in the rigid, jutting kind of sense, coupled with the imagery of graphs plotted on graph paper, but most importantly, I wanted to convey a sense of urgency that bound the images into one. And your suggestion actually works (unlike mine, as even when I submitted the poem, I was least content with that part); the repetition keeps the motion of the imagery continuous (so the movement from leaves to branches to tree trunks to the earth).

As to the pent up dissatisfaction, well, I'm not sure exactly as to whether I could say that was a success or failure, as I did intend for the poem to end with an unspent frustration. The smoke represents several concepts, but two of the most notable (from a personal point of view) are that of nostalgia, the feeling that in all the autumn days you spent outside as a child you didn't understand the progression of time on a wider scale, or that you were carrying around with you your future, and when it was unwrapped it never seemed to match up to what you had imagined. The second concept is that of the frustration of writing not measuring up to the ruler I set out: the constrain of the paper margins, the rigidity of letters and words, and the ideas that recede into the recesses.

Thanks again for your insightful comment! =)

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