and no place to put
it there was a wall I once miss find in difference over
ice and sweet easy
I hope I do I disappoint you
again and again and in seen through the straw
green fix at the site
of my legs in a towel
the gnawing has nowhere to climb anymore please
a million need looks confirm sea in me
I would like to enter please
I think my poems fit in this category
I have absolutely no idea what Annie Grizzle is trying to say in this poem – Does anyone else?
Nope. But I have no idea what many poets are saying, or whether they have succeeded in saying it or are trying to to say something in a way that I wouldn’t and therefore do not understand. Beyond me. So I just go on to the next poem or poet.
I do like some of the leapfrogging lines and phrases.
No. I don’t get this one at all. Not even a glimmer of recognition of anything I could make sense of. I guess the one phrase that I could like is “… looks confirm sea in me.” Still, congratulations to Annie Grizzle for winning; that is a feat in itself. And I really hate sounding cruel. I try to understand. But this is beyond me.
It really captures the feelings of isolation and insecurity. That’s what I got from it anyways. More impressionistic than narrative.
Annie, I don’t know if you will see this–but this poem tore my insides. I love it–I deeply reeled from it. I have read it so many times now. The language, the spacing, the disjointed thoughts–it all very much speaks to me. Congratulations but more importantly, thank you for the words.
After taking time to closely read this one several times, I definitely feel what you wanted to invoke. Deep and concise is exactly what I hope to see here, and your work shines brightly above most others.
I am in my 80’s now so probably don’t qualify to criticize modern poetry. I agree with the comments above which say that they haven’t the faintest idea what the “poem” is about. I put the word poem in inverted commas for I was brought up at a time when poems were poems. We read and learned the poetry of the greats and can still remember some of them. Almost all of them had a rhythm or metre and a definite meaning. I have written a number of poems myself but very rarely submit them because it seems to me that if a poem rhymes it hasn’t the slightest chance of being selected. How many of these “modern poems” will be remembered in a few days, let alone a few years?