Hi Bill,
Thanks for emailing me this. You said it was the first poem you wrote, and I'm impressed. Like you, I find it much easier to write prose than poetry. So in my reviews of poetry, I tend to be frustratingly "existential" because I think that in poetry, more than any other form of writing, meaning should trascend style (rhythm, meter, imagery, rhyme, etc), yet, ironically, poetry is so dependent on stylistics.
I enjoyed this poem, the way it spans a whole relationship. It is tender and loving, without sugarcoating the difficulty two people, no matter how much they love one another, have connecting wholly.
I see no problems with rhythm, rhyme, or meter, and you worked well within your format, for the most part. However, at certain points it did feel as though you were twisting words and putting them in unnatural positions to fit the poem's form, so that's why I didn't give it a 5-star rating.
Here's something you might think about. I remember reading something Anne Sexton said about her friend Sylvia Plath when the two took a poetry class together. Apparently in those days, Plath loved form -- sonnets, sestinas, villanelles. Sexton concluded that Plath was putting the message of her poetry in 'cages' -- in fact, in 'cages' that were not of her own making.
This is just an amusing story, obviously. It's only your first poem, so I don't want to jump the gun too much. However, it's something you might want to think about. I see great potential here and I can't help but think that it would work better in free verse. You might consider trying it in future.
Thanks again for the great read,
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