I have yet to ask for reader interaction and this is a perfect opportunity as I am stumped 🤔
It makes me madder than a hatter when I have an experience that incites such lucidity, I can taste, smell, feel, hear the memory of it. When I attempt to wrap it in the tidy box of the English language – the whole of the passion I intend to express falls flat. I am in dire need of advice on how to best pique a readers senses, evoke a more intimate presence on the page…I need them to blink furiously, rub their eyes, and inventory their surroundings – as one does after a dream has kept you too long.
The poem that fell flat: hahaha HELP!!!!
Odious clouds commence their gathering
Heavy as a sinister sorcery
From my altar, I petition the seasons
Might they teach me their cyclic
Existence; to ascertain time and weight
Compel their leaves to withdraw
Sustain their roots
A grim chord reverberates
Claps like dull thunder
Still, I am sturdy against the trunk
Number the casualties in flight
Admire their elegant scrawl
Nature’s exquisite scripture
A compulsion grips me
The tempest pulls me to my feet
Bellows a grim requiem to
Signal their final departure
Full circle –
If it weren’t for each of my misfortunes
There would have been no witness