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I have been trying not to use LJ as a workshop, but this piece I'm proud of
Okay, I wrote a sonnet and I think it's pretty good. I've put it under a lot of revision since I wrote it, but it could probably benefit from a little more constructive criticism. So would anyone with a poetic bent mind looking it over and just telling me what the weakest points are and whether I could be wording things better, or what you like about it? You don't have to go super in depth, just think about it for a minute and give me your honest opinion, please.
Repairman
Take this poor broken heart and tape it back together,
use glue if you've got it, staples if you're feeling cruel,
put in careful stitches with your deft fingers,
and once it's back in one piece, give it back to me.
Your toolbox and your kindness will ensure my gratitude,
because no one else who's had this heart has shown it any care,
but you're not like the others. You're a specialist,
and even if you deny it, you're the kindest of them all.
Don't give me your heart in return; it shouldn't be mine.
Keep it safe yourself, although I'd try to take care of it.
Even the things I treasure end up in pieces these days,
and my stitchwork's nowhere near as neat as yours.
So keep your heart, and give me mine back as it stands,
and when I see these scars, I'll remember your kind hands.
Also, if you really enjoy looking over poetry, I've been posting everything I turn into class and a few things I wrote a long time ago at
metaphorliteral, and I always appreciate getting people's advice on my work. The most recent thing is a poem it took me seven years to finish, and the beginning is a lot stronger than the ending, so any kind of feedback would be really helpful. And there are a few sestinas and villanelles there if you like formal poetry.
Repairman
Take this poor broken heart and tape it back together,
use glue if you've got it, staples if you're feeling cruel,
put in careful stitches with your deft fingers,
and once it's back in one piece, give it back to me.
Your toolbox and your kindness will ensure my gratitude,
because no one else who's had this heart has shown it any care,
but you're not like the others. You're a specialist,
and even if you deny it, you're the kindest of them all.
Don't give me your heart in return; it shouldn't be mine.
Keep it safe yourself, although I'd try to take care of it.
Even the things I treasure end up in pieces these days,
and my stitchwork's nowhere near as neat as yours.
So keep your heart, and give me mine back as it stands,
and when I see these scars, I'll remember your kind hands.
Also, if you really enjoy looking over poetry, I've been posting everything I turn into class and a few things I wrote a long time ago at
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