Hey. This my first time sharing my work. I wrote this for an ex-girlfriend. It's not really my speed, but I felt I needed to write something to make her feel better. The rhyme scheme is all over the place and I have stuff that's much better than this. The beginning is pretty rough, but it gets better. It's pretty mushy gushy and not me at all. But here it is, in all it's glory.
It is inconceivable for the rose to trace or fathom the impact of its scent,
Implausible for the lion to measure the decibel of its din.
It is impossible (but within reason) for the Earth to demand ‘haughty’ humankind rent,
Inconceivable for the bullet to have providence as it slices through the wind
It is hard for the slaves to know they built more than just walls, brought over more than just pain,
It is tragic that the guinep will never taste its sweetness,
Difficult for a child to understand where the sunlight resides in the rain.
Absurd for the Ringneck to resent its meekness.
It is hard for the mother to measure her reach,
Whether she is slapping or clapping.
Easy for the forlorn to beseech,
The hard to reach hand.
It’s futile to attempt to measure tears or sadness in a cup,
Kindness in a thimble,
Impossible to count every grain of sand,
Or hatred in a dollop
It is hard to end this thing I commenced,
This thing I began to curb your incense
Mmm…can’t call it that
But just though you should know
It is hard for the planter recall the name of each seed he sows.
So I can’t blame you for being hard on yourself
We are our harshest critics
Circumventing anyone else
It is an act of empowerment,
An act of control
But despite all of this,
I’ll be here to console.
Very good work. Though I'd like to see more of a consistent rhyme structure, the same kind used perhaps in the third verse.
I particularly like the use of elements to articulate feeling, like an extended use of pathetic fallacy.
The last verse was the only particular verse that disappointed me, and I know, as a writer it's always the hardest. I feel it should have had less of a definite end, to keep the reader thinking. Though of course, when the subject is close to your heart a definite end is by all means the desirable thing to achieve.
All in all, I believe this to be a good piece of poetry, good demonstration of catharsis and the sense of mind to not let it become too pretentious.
"All morons hate it when you call them a moron." - Holden Caulfield