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Mine is the vine’s melody;
skin strained beneath the sun.
When this song kisses your lips,
you taste my aria.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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....isn't "aria" a kind of song, and not a mere part of it?
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I see your point so possibly substitute My/its with The/my
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Really enjoyed this Todd love the title, the use of strained and how each line holds the metaphor together, not a fan of mine vine I think they might be too close for such a short accomplished piece. Best Keith
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That's a wonderful title, sounds Rumi-esque to me - intoxication was a metaphor for being full of the spirit of god. I like the taste of sound, the way the senses stand in for each other, meld.
I wonder why 'mine WAS' when the rest of the verse is in present tense? Also, for me, 'and' in the final line detracts from the impact.
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Thank you, all. I'll give this some thought and tighten it up some.
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I made some adjustments based on the critiques. I fixed the tense and agreed with slashing the and (Mercedes). I fixed the definition issue between song and aria (RN). Keith, I fully get where you're coming from with the close proximity of the internal rhyme. It personally doesn't bother me and I like the sound of it. That said, I did try to make some substitutions but was unhappy with them. I'll let it stand for the moment.
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(09-08-2017, 11:06 PM)Todd Wrote: Revision
Mine is the vine’s melody;
skin strained beneath the sun.
This song kisses your lips;
you taste my aria.
the line "skin strained beneath the sun" makes me think the melody is not yet voiced.. and i love that metaphor.
maybe it could be connected with the next line better by writing "when this song kisses your lips you taste my aria"
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09-14-2017, 06:29 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-14-2017, 06:30 AM by Todd.)
I like the phrasing you provided. Let me think about it. Surprising what one word can do.
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Good edit, and I like the suggestion for 'when'. I really like the fune-tuning of the poem.

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Hello Todd,
first of all, I really enjoyed reading your poem, it evokes a clear image!
As a suggestion, I think it might be interesting to perhaps play a bit with the structure of the lines
An example could be :
Mine is the vine’s melody;
it's song kissing your lips
you taste my aria
skin strained beneath the sun.
Mine is the vine’s melody;
skin strained beneath the sun.
This song kisses your lips;
you taste my aria.
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Mercedes: I like the when also. Appreciate the comments on the edit.
Abu: Thank you, I appreciate the comments and the thoughts. It's interesting to consider the lines from different angles. I'll experiment a bit offline.
Thank you, both.
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Todd
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Since it's a short poem. It's fairly easy to look at alternatives. I tried two other versions as Abu suggested. I think I'm still leaning toward the current revision though it was interesting how punctuation and the restructuring slanted the content. Here are the options I tried:
Mine is the vine’s melody;
its song kissing your lips.
You taste my aria:
skin strained beneath the sun.
~~
Mine is the vine’s melody;
its song kissing your lips.
Skin strained beneath the sun,
you taste my aria.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson