Ben I know you write only for yourself and the pain of doing so is self-sacrificing, and I love how this sonnet depicts that ... but crikey ... I'm so glad you go through the pain in order to share your words with us. It's a privilege to read your work. Amazing stuff! :-) x
Magnificent Ben! Do not expect to weave a goodly spell
Without the water leaking from the well. How true, words can kill or spare, make rich or poor. The issues of the world are packed into your poem and, as, said a great painstaking task upon the writer. Out of the mouth come the issues of life and death, recorded by pen and ink. Added to my Favorites, glad it was Nominated.
A Magical Curse (English sonnet) (by Ben Pickard) 10 points.
Ben is a complete master of poetry as anyone who is familiar with his work will know. Regardless of what style he chooses, he always seems to capture us all in his moment. I'll be honest sometimes it's been a moment of madness and anger. (Just my opinion).
Many have been the magical things he can and has created. When he has a bee in his bonnet about something that irks him. Or perhaps inspired him fantastic things flow.
For this reason I have decided not to focus on style or format (everyone knows it is flawless as always) but I think on this occasion I would rather focus on content.
I thought this poem is an observation about how poets desire to receive praise and reward for their work. Many need this, others simply do not care and post just to have an outlet.
It also made me think about "The poets thirst". This is noticeable for two reasons. Yes it ties into this section of the piece. The thirst for critical appraisal? To belong? To just be noticed?
The thirst is such poignant part of this poem for me, as is the cost.
Does it take a drink to feel relaxed and fluid enough to write poetry? For many a poet this is the case. Sometimes it takes an addiction of one sort or another to wash or numb away the normality (or struggles) of day to day life and to let the mind flow.
Sad but for so so many it is true.
The sacrificial lamb made me think of all who regularly post their poems. Every single thing posted is open to both praise and criticism. Poets essentially put their head on a chopping block and wait for anyone with an axe to attempt literary decapitation.
Yet we all do it! Why?
To end at the beginning
Yes words can sooth and yes they can hurt and wound. Sometimes words are beautiful. Sometimes they will make you fly or cry.
I don't think I've ever read so much in 14 lines that made me think, feel and question so much. Possibly I have gotten it completely wrong, it is however my feeling on this work of genius.
Probably the best poem I have read in a very long time.