Daily Archives: April 23, 2023

BROKEN HEARTS

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:: 04.23.2023 ::

Poet’s notes:

Form and structure: This poem adopts a distinctive visual form, reminiscent of Cummings’ style, characterized by words and letters fragmented and dispersed throughout the lines. This structure enhances the theme of broken hearts by isolating and splitting individual letters and words, mirroring the shattered and disjointed state of a heart experiencing pain.

Wordplay: The poem features wordplay, including “b(r/ok/en/he/ar/t/s)” and “b(r/ea/th/le/ss/lo/ve).” When read in sequence, these words form “broken hearts” and “breathless love,” respectively. The segmentation of words across multiple lines accentuates the fractured and disjointed nature of a broken heart.

Theme: The poem tackles the theme of broken hearts through vivid imagery such as “split soul” and “scars burst with pain.” These images evoke the emotional distress and suffering accompanying heartbreak, while the poem’s structure and wordplay underscore this theme.

Imagery: The poem employs striking imagery to portray the pain of broken hearts, including “split soul” and “scars burst with pain.” These images elicit the emotional wounds caused by heartbreak, while the mention of “breathless love” alludes to the intensity of love that preceded the heartbreak.

In summary, this visual poem, inspired by E. E. Cummings’ style, effectively employs form, structure, wordplay, theme, and imagery to depict broken hearts powerfully. The poem’s fragmented structure and evocative language collaborate to express the profound pain and emotional turmoil linked to heartbreak, resulting in a poignant and compelling piece.


DEATH, OH DEATH!

When feeling reigns supreme,
What matter as rules of syntax it would seem?
Those who obsess over structure and form
Will never truly experience passion’s storm.

Better to be a fool, wholly consumed,
While spring’s vibrant colors are still in bloom.

My blood boils with a fiery passion,
For kisses are the truest expression,
A greater fate than wisdom can provide,
Lady, I swear by all flowers that preside.

Do not shed a tear for what may never be,
For my greatest thoughts pale in comparison to see
Your eyelids flutter, affirming our love’s rightful place,
Together we will navigate life’s surrealist maze.

So laugh, my love, and recline in my arms,
For life is not a mere paragraph of charm,
And death, oh death, I believe to be no mere punctuation mark.

:: 04.23.2023 ::

Poet’s notes:

The poem celebrates passion and emotion over rationality and structure. I, the poet, suggests that those who are obsessed with structure and syntax will never truly experience the full intensity of emotions. Instead, it is better to be consumed by passion, even if it makes one look foolish. I value physical expressions of love, such as kisses, over intellectual pursuits like wisdom. The poem states that death is not the end, as it is not just a mere “punctuation mark.”

Overall, my poem advocates for the importance of living in the moment, experiencing strong emotions, and embracing love, rather than worrying about the rules of language or the uncertainties of life and death.