Originally Posted by
trajik
Love and Rhyme
im trying to find my rhyme
but also to be juxtaposed
lighten my life, blind my mind
start a family like huckstables
Like the... meta-nature of this. The rhyme scheme of ABAB works. Like the speaker is struggling to find the rhyme, the meter, the literary elements of his own work that will perfectly create the picture he wants to create. To properly word the love he is feeling, he wants to capture it with the power of Shakespeare, with the strength a great writer possesses. Kind of a writer's struggle there as well, love that. The use of the Huxtables is a good choice, I could get the 'family ideal' which is kind of unreachable. Unrealistic, even.
a love grander than hyperbole
wake up thinking "i love you" out loud
reply with "you took the words from me"
nine looks like hell compared to our cloud
Love bigger than exaggeration, nice. The cloud nine thing may be a bit cliche, but this is a love poem that has clever aspects to it: I will forgive you that, for now. Not that it was a badly made, I liked the way you used cloud nine; like it's below the cloud upon which you float in the entangled web of bliss which is love. You slide by me with interesting twists of cliched phrases. This is easily spoken which is nice. I tend to free verse a whole bunch, but I love a well-made rhymed poem: and this is one of them.
haven't found my angel not yet a trace
the search party's out, i'm still hopeful
i still haven't imagined her face
only the vast contents of her soul
Interesting way to end, it's a somewhat of a reflection of the first stanza. Trying to find the rhyme transforms to trying to find the right woman. You've imagined her mind, her words, her soul, but you don't have her form: much like you tried to discover the form of the work you write. Love is a lot like writing, trying to find the perfect words. Harder than we think, perhaps even impossible, especially if we make our standards unreachable.