Please critique - Attempt at romantic writting.
NarcissusSavage wrote:
Below is a "poem' esq writting. Attempt at being romantic. expressing mself. yet, it's a somewhat new romance...
Please critique it! I have no idea if it conveys the thoughts or meaning I'm trying to express....or, well, yeah.
I could name what I feel,
I could say it aloud,
I could try in sweet words describe it,
But what will this do?
Give it limits where it had none before.
Restrict it, so it cannot be all.
Create finite meaning where there was untold possibility.
I could try to understand my heart’s desire,
I could rationalize it,
I could pour day and night into unlocking its deepest meaning,
But what would this do?
It would concrete this thing that is beyond boundaries, and give it form.
But that form would be flawed. And it is perfection.
No thoughts can conceive it in its entirety, and thus no thoughts are worthy to try.
I could want more of it,
I could yearn for it,
I could grow to depend on it day by day,
But what would this do?
What it is now is pure, untouched, undefined. Itself unabashed and bliss.
It is not something of tomorrows. Not something of yesterdays. But something of now.
In this moment it is beyond anything, beyond everything.
To let it be, keep it pure and allow it to exist. Bask in its wonder, delight in its joy.
Content oneself with it as it is, here, now.
This unnamed.
Please critique it! I have no idea if it conveys the thoughts or meaning I'm trying to express....or, well, yeah.
I could name what I feel,
I could say it aloud,
I could try in sweet words describe it,
But what will this do?
Give it limits where it had none before.
Restrict it, so it cannot be all.
Create finite meaning where there was untold possibility.
I could try to understand my heart’s desire,
I could rationalize it,
I could pour day and night into unlocking its deepest meaning,
But what would this do?
It would concrete this thing that is beyond boundaries, and give it form.
But that form would be flawed. And it is perfection.
No thoughts can conceive it in its entirety, and thus no thoughts are worthy to try.
I could want more of it,
I could yearn for it,
I could grow to depend on it day by day,
But what would this do?
What it is now is pure, untouched, undefined. Itself unabashed and bliss.
It is not something of tomorrows. Not something of yesterdays. But something of now.
In this moment it is beyond anything, beyond everything.
To let it be, keep it pure and allow it to exist. Bask in its wonder, delight in its joy.
Content oneself with it as it is, here, now.
This unnamed.
My idea of romanticism is the air of mystery... and I love this poem! I love the way it brings your feelings out... I can only bring my feelings out when I am writing poems..
Thank you everyone for both the positive and negative critism! I'll in all likelyhood attempt to refine it. Restructure it too. And if capable of romantic irony, throw a dash of that in for good measure. (Although...I'm not sure I really know what that is, truly)
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