[Critique Group 2] Poem for October 25
Alice Massa
ajm321kh at wi.rr.com
Sun Oct 16 19:33:24 EDT 2016
Hello, Group 2 writers:
Since realizing the onset of each verse of this six-verse, 318-word
poem is important in better understanding the meaning of the poem, I am
offering you--in both the pasted version and the attached version--two
formats of the poem. The first presentation is in the typical format.
Later, below three asterisks is the poem with each verse clearly marked
midst the format. If you find the second format unnecessary, please let
me know at our meeting or in an e-mail.
This poem was written especially for our critique group: the poem
will be read by the four of you first.
Looking forward to our meeting on the 25th,
Alice Massa
ajm321kh at wi.rr.com
*Evidence of Emotion*
by Alice Jane-Marie Massa
In the courtroom of the heart,
I offer you Exhibit A--
clear lenses of glasses
stained with teardrops.
Washing these unnecessarily prescription lenses
on this nearly frosted morning,
I think of the evidence of emotion,
the tear stains,
disappearing beneath
a cascade of water
and the touch of my finger.
Is the sadness of yesterday
now erased, forgotten,
evaluated, or forestalled?
Back in the courtroom of the heart,
an unqualified judge asked,
"Why do you wear these glasses
if you have no vision?"
My testimony began:
"Since I was seven,
I have been wearing glasses:
they seem as much a part of me
as my right hand
and my left leg,
as the clothes
I don each day.
Exhibit A has protected me
from hurt
or from greater injury
when I fell off my bike,
when a door was accidentally slung into my face,
when I encountered a piece of construction equipment
on the Kilbourn Drawbridge.
Wearing these glasses
calms my concerns
about being poked
by a low-hanging branch.
Through so many seasons of walking,
these glasses have shielded my broken eyes
from raindrops, snowflakes,
stinging sleet, and drying winds.
Believe me, I do not wear them for vanity:
I let my congenitally impaired vanity
dissolve decades ago.
Most of all,
I wear these glasses
to catch the tears
of emotions
so that I have proof
that I did not squelch
nor hide
all that I felt
on any yesterday.
I will admit
that I am not
an amateur holder of emotions:
I ascend from Italian descent;
I am
a professional holder of emotions--
a poet
who translates
tear stains
into the adversities of verse,
the joy of injamment,
and the strides of stanzas."
Midst the murmurs
magnifying in the courtroom,
the judge,
with unknown poetic license,
tapped his gavel and bellowed,
"Poetic order in the court!"
October 14, 2016, Friday
number of words:318
number of lines:70
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*Evidence of Emotion*
by Alice Jane-Marie Massa
(Verse 1)
In the courtroom of the heart,
I offer you Exhibit A--
clear lenses of glasses
stained with teardrops.
(Verse 2)
Washing these unnecessarily prescription lenses
on this nearly frosted morning,
I think of the evidence of emotion,
the tear stains,
disappearing beneath
a cascade of water
and the touch of my finger.
(Verse 3)
Is the sadness of yesterday
now erased, forgotten,
evaluated, or forestalled?
(Verse 4)
Back in the courtroom of the heart,
an unqualified judge asked,
"Why do you wear these glasses
if you have no vision?"
(Verse 5)
My testimony began:
"Since I was seven,
I have been wearing glasses:
they seem as much a part of me
as my right hand
and my left leg,
as the clothes
I don each day.
Exhibit A has protected me
from hurt
or from greater injury
when I fell off my bike,
when a door was accidentally slung into my face,
when I encountered a piece of construction equipment
on the Kilbourn Drawbridge.
Wearing these glasses
calms my concerns
about being poked
by a low-hanging branch.
Through so many seasons of walking,
these glasses have shielded my broken eyes
from raindrops, snowflakes,
stinging sleet, and drying winds.
Believe me, I do not wear them for vanity:
I let my congenitally impaired vanity
dissolve decades ago.
Most of all,
I wear these glasses
to catch the tears
of emotions
so that I have proof
that I did not squelch
nor hide
all that I felt
on any yesterday.
I will admit
that I am not
an amateur holder of emotions:
I ascend from Italian descent;
I am
a professional holder of emotions--
a poet
who translates
tear stains
into the adversities of verse,
the joy of injamment,
and the strides of stanzas."
(Verse 6)
Midst the murmurs
magnifying in the courtroom,
the judge,
with unknown poetic license,
tapped his gavel and bellowed,
"Poetic order in the court!"
October 14, 2016, Friday
number of words:318
number of lines:70
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