I know, haha.
|Possibly a twitchy drum-hand salute?|
Guess who writes poetry? Bella Swan! No, really, Kristin Stewart, and is she getting ripped for even trying:
I like the tension and story in the first line, and the declarative statement of the second. I have no idea what a freedom pole is, nor how one has an honest day up one. It makes me think of the Stylites, mystics who would spend extraordinary amounts of time ('honest days') contemplating God while perched atop columns. (Somehow I don't think this is what Miss Steward is referencing.) I also like the fourth line a lot; the alliteration is nice and it's followed up with another religious reference, the 'speaking in tongues,' so those two lines have some connective coherence.
Marfa is, I think, in Texas, so that helps us out knowing which 'panhandle' it is (I believe that's one word), and the 'pining erosion' with its inference of dry dusty plains explains what's going on with her eyes -- I would think she's crying. Nice.
The last four lines are kind of what-the-hell-? I'm down with her being drunk on someone -- a pretty well-worn metaphor -- but just what one's morsels are, I am not sure. Maybe text messages? The 'down the line' phrase makes me think of Glen Campbell's 'Wichita Lineman,' but that's just me. I love that song. Kind of melancholy, like this poem.
And the 'twitch hand' is pretty amusing -- there's something about Robert Pattinson, her co-star and dumper (in a relationship sense) that is a little twitchy, but the drum hand salute, stumped there. Maybe a musical reference? I think Rob is kind of musical. Although I like that these hands are saluting each other, drums aside, in the last line.
Wasn't I clever tonight -- I started us out confessing my own poetic inadequacies and ended up close reading Kristin Stewart's! Cathy for the win!
Actually we have something in common: A tendency to write poetry (or, in my case, anything) and launch it before its time. In fairness to her, I don't think it's the worst poem ever. But I think it's a first draft, and publishing (or handing in) first drafts usually results in embarrassment. Which is why you're not seeing that title, nor the two good lines, nor the dozen bad ones, I mentioned at opening. See, I've learned something tonight.
What else? Unlike Kristin I am so predictable: