Waking

Hi ewippermann. I really like the poetry you've posted here so far. 

I never paid much attention to poetry until this past spring, only about half a year ago actually, so I'm still trying to get my mind around it all. I'm still trying to figure out what works for me and what doesn't. And I'm really trying to understand why. I'm still very uncertain about my own writing, and I'm just trying to suss it all out. But I do like your writing and I think maybe I know why:

I'm a photographer/graphic artist. I'm visual by nature and all three of your poems are very visual.  Your vivid descriptions paint clear colorful settings in my mind, complete with texture, temperature, lighting and spatial orientation. The visual descriptions also include elements that bring the other senses into the scene. I can smell the smoke. I can feel the sun. I get an almost tangible backdrop for each story. Each of these stories is in turn rich in warmth (or coolness in venedig, 1986), physical action (or a sense of stillness in the case of Waking), tactile feeling, and ultimately emotion.

As a novice, I feel as though I am still struggling to grasp a lot of the poetry I read, but with your poems I feel as though I can actually feel the scenes you are painting with your words, and therefore experience the emotion you are weaving into each scene.

I think reading and thinking about your contributions here has made me aware that I might do well by trying to use more visual imagery in my own writing. 

Please post more of your work if you can, I enjoy reading it.

-Interloper