Nope, my mistake totally. Confused the word with soliloquy...heh!Originally posted by prayingbudda:expiringpoet: hrm.it isn't a typo. is it jarring? have i misused the word?
how do you decipher when and where to have a line break?There's no hard and fast rule. Usually other than at the end of a comma or fullstop, poets like to break off after a noun or a verb to add emphasis, but you also want to pay attention to sound -- the pause it creates. You just have to play around and see what is best. What you will find is that you can create different visual effects that may add or impede the reading the poem just by rearranging where you break a line off.
Like Liz said, there's no hard and fast rule. But one way I would do it is I tend to focus on what is the most important mood / action / tone that I want to emphasise in that sentence, then I'll play around with the line breaks i.e. whether breaking the line after the key word I wanted to emphasise sounds better or otherwise.Originally posted by prayingbudda:KittynMeow: i do agree with you- the two stanzas are stronger with your line breaks. how do you decipher when and where to have a line break? it's something i find quite difficuilt to do.
You are most welcome to post here prayingbudda!Originally posted by prayingbudda:okay. thank y'all so much
this is fab. putting up poems here isn't that scary after all.
and i learnt stuff!
I like that part too!Originally posted by SingaporeMacross:The last three lines make me feel like saying, 'It's going to be a long year...'
i need to work very very hard on my line breaks. i realised that i have quite a problem with line breaks.Originally posted by peebrain:i like the imagery that is present -- well done
but what i'm a little uncomfortable with, is the length of the verses -- truncated, they don't sing with the rhythm and cadence of oral speech. And like Liz said, the line breaks are a little awkward.
But very well done
Originally posted by prayingbudda:I really enjoyed this poem, particularly, "It surpasses the long....".
[b]The Greatest Rejection
It is more than wilted
flowers painfully placed
in a garden from one
(ex-)lover to another.
More than watching the
enjoyment and hearing
the laughter of people
as they point at you.
It surpasses the long
awaited ring of the
telephone, only to
realise it isn't for you
and goes further than
the laconic "no" that
little children stomp
their feet after.
It is when silence
becomes a familiar
colloquy and when
stillness is coaxed
into crushing
the earth.
Where "absence"
connotes more than
denotes and where
either and or are
forced to exist
asynchronously.
It first appears as the
forgotten story-teller,
and progresses to
the inscription of
"nonchalance" on
wet concrete left,
in the open, to dry.
It is when loss
is more than a
mere ache within,
encompassing the
demise of the man
subjected to its
most
Â…Â….sorry
...............fate.[/b]
Originally posted by prayingbudda:good poem
[b]The Greatest Rejection
It is more than wilted
flowers painfully placed
in a garden from one
(ex-)lover to another.
More than watching the
enjoyment and hearing
the laughter of people
as they point at you.
It surpasses the long
awaited ring of the
telephone, only to
realise it isn't for you
and goes further than
the laconic "no" that
little children stomp
their feet after.
It is when silence
becomes a familiar
colloquy and when
stillness is coaxed
into crushing
the earth.
Where "absence"
connotes more than
denotes and where
either and or are
forced to exist
asynchronously.
It first appears as the
forgotten story-teller,
and progresses to
the inscription of
"nonchalance" on
wet concrete left,
in the open, to dry.
It is when loss
is more than a
mere ache within,
encompassing the
demise of the man
subjected to its
most
Â…Â….sorry
...............fate.[/b]