I don't usually go for shape poems but this one attracted me for some reason. Perhaps it was its simplicity, its oriental economy with words. And you operate well within the tightly constraining restraints of the form. The first word, "doll," sets the scene immediately, and the second, "dusty," adds all the touches needed for us to see what you're talking about. It's an old doll, perhaps discarded and uncovered now in an attic. Then "seams now split" confirms this impression, but it's a transition phrase leading beyond the doll itself. The next line, "buried dreamer" seems to speak of the owner of the doll, now passed on and, as the last line states, "sleeps." To pack so much meaning in so few words is an art indeed. It's a beautiful poem as a result. My only suggestion would be that you title it "Doll" instead of "Untitled." My review has been submitted for consideration in "Good Deeds Get CASH!" .
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