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Garden Statues

by gard 

Posted: 22 January 2005
Word Count: 142
Summary: Changing this one still, firstish draft, though re-worked it a bit. Crits welcome!


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Garden Statues

V2

Garden Statues

"Are you alive?" He asks
"I am dead" I reply.

Uneasy sleeps the garden
trees bare-boned and froze
icicles cling primitive
black ice-blizzard shrouded
and dead, dead-wood.

Beneath us on the earth
are giant burlesque hearts
carved in the virtuous snow
Drawn by gone-long ghostly day folks
stouted love-lines now closer to faded
and dead, dead-gone.

I wanted to ask if he feels
but he always seems so cold.




V1
"Are you alive?" He asks
"I am dead" I reply.

Uneasy sleeps the garden
trees bare-boned and froze
icicles cling primitive
black ice-blizzard shrouded
and dead, dead-wood.

But there burlesque hearts
carved in the virtuous snow
again and again grand visions
from gone-long ghostly day folks
stouted love-lines closer to faded
and dead, dead-gone.

I wanted to ask if he feels
but he always seems so cold.







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Lawrenco at 08:17 on 23 January 2005  Report this post
Hi G ,liked the emotional analogical expression between excitement and trepidition;hope your not held up for long!
We havent had snow here yet . But you know what they say if it happens in the state it happens here next .
Thanks for the warning!

Mr B. at 09:56 on 25 January 2005  Report this post
Coldness...there is obviously a sense of physical cold, but there was also an emotional coldness. The two complemented each other and made an interestingly bleak piece.

Cheers,

Anthony

TheGodfather at 17:43 on 29 January 2005  Report this post
Gina,

I loved the strong language and the harmony of the words. However, I am having a bit of trouble understanding exactly what is happening in this stanza

And giant burlesque hearts
carved in the virtuous snow
from gone-long ghostly day folks
stouted love-lines closer to faded
and dead, dead-gone.


Is this people? Statues? If it is statues, how are they talking? It's probably because it's early in the morning on a Saturday when I should be sleeping, but I was a bit lost.

Best regards,

TheGodfather

Hamburger Yogi & PBW at 07:39 on 31 January 2005  Report this post
V2 better to me.

gard at 14:04 on 31 January 2005  Report this post
hi Law, MrB godfather Hamburger

thanks for your comments.

Godfather, thanks for the critique. Yes perhaps its not so clear, I also agree I need to rework this a bit. The second stanza describes a series of very large (huge infact) hearts I saw that had been drawn in the snow (sort of valentine shaped hearts but very curvy too) following the pathway. The people who drew them (obviously playful perhaps in love) had gone before I arrived. But becuase the snow had started again the hearts were begining to fade away. I thought this was so sweet; the sun was shining, the day was icy and wintery and there were these lovely shapes in the snow (viewed from above from the fourth floor of a building. A sort of reminder of hope if you like. So I wanted to incorporate that into a poem. I suppose my write was meant to show the desolation of a love that has died. The hearts, symbols of love, something recognisable but absent from the statues (who are really people but set in the context of a statues in the garden) but in the end they too would fade. I suppose I wanted a parallel between the fading hearts and the fading love. I guess meaning rather bleakly; all hope is gone despite the longing and symbolism. Sorry its so bleak, its the weather ha ha!

Hope that helps!

G


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