sometimes confessional poetry can be compelling. most of the time it's not. such is the case with a lot of novice poetry, including some of what gets posted on sites like this.
it ends up big on exposition (telling) and short on metaphorical weight (showing). so, i'd like to recommend a little exercise that might illuminate this trap that so many young poets fall into.
let's take a sample line of what one might find in this highly personal style of poetry:
when you left me, my life was over.
okay, sure it's a basic (and somewhat horrible) example, but not totally unrealistic. now, imagine you had no words at your disposal with which to express this sentiment.
imagine, instead, you had to draw it. you look within yourself and see the emotion embodied in your "life being over" as, say, a lonely figure driven to the edge of a cliff. a dead end. it seems like there is no possibility of moving forward, only falling.
now, you have created a metaphorical vehicle for that emotion. and it can be visually evocative and emotionally powerful in a way that expositional whining simply cannot. armed with this visual representation, you can now use language again, but this time in a different, more poignant way.
when you walked out my door,
you took the world with you and
left me perched on this precipice, peering
down on nothingness
afraid to fall.
again, quick (and fairly lame) example. but this time, it connects both writer and reader in a common visual realm.
and that's a good thing.
-william
it ends up big on exposition (telling) and short on metaphorical weight (showing). so, i'd like to recommend a little exercise that might illuminate this trap that so many young poets fall into.
let's take a sample line of what one might find in this highly personal style of poetry:
when you left me, my life was over.
okay, sure it's a basic (and somewhat horrible) example, but not totally unrealistic. now, imagine you had no words at your disposal with which to express this sentiment.
imagine, instead, you had to draw it. you look within yourself and see the emotion embodied in your "life being over" as, say, a lonely figure driven to the edge of a cliff. a dead end. it seems like there is no possibility of moving forward, only falling.
now, you have created a metaphorical vehicle for that emotion. and it can be visually evocative and emotionally powerful in a way that expositional whining simply cannot. armed with this visual representation, you can now use language again, but this time in a different, more poignant way.
when you walked out my door,
you took the world with you and
left me perched on this precipice, peering
down on nothingness
afraid to fall.
again, quick (and fairly lame) example. but this time, it connects both writer and reader in a common visual realm.
and that's a good thing.
-william