Walk slowly in the Land of Dolls.

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Walk slowly in the Land of Dolls.

Walk slowly in the Land of Dolls.
Tread carefree and careful,
Await the blind to come and call.
Come all, carry none, the day is dull,
The dolls speak with plastic appall
Come all, prettier songs to spill,
Plastic young, forever glass.

Lackadaisical
Thoughts lack morality,
Only lips and brutality,
On plastic faces.

A canvas taunt white and blank
Waits for colors and fine paint
Only eyeless dolls sit and want,
Until they spill empty pigment
The void becomes ornament
Delicate dreams laminate
Color of a darker truth

Then all is
Released from the fierce hold
In my head.
 
Yes good to see you back.

really liked the poem, the title is fantastic.
 
Just another ditto on the above

To take a theme misused so often before and try make it your own, well its class...
 
And now for this one.... I think this one may be the most difficult for me to comment on, as there is an approach to an internal structure and rhyme-scheme, that doesn't quite gel for me. I'll try to be a little more specific:

Walk slowly in the Land of Dolls.

Walk slowly in the Land of Dolls.
Tread carefree and careful,
Await the blind to come and call.
Come all, carry none, the day is dull,
The dolls speak with plastic appall
Come all, prettier songs to spill,
Plastic young, forever glass.

Here we come close to an orderly rhyme scheme, but it remains off. "Dolls" does not really rhyme with any of the following lines, due to the "s"; "careful/day is dull" rhymes, but sets it up for an abcbc scheme which is not followed out in the following stanza; yet the final consonant of each line here (with the exception of the final line) leads to an expectation of a rhythmical pattern that never quite appears; making it feel lacking, and I think tends to pull the reader (unconsciously, perhaps), out of the poem in looking for such a scheme, rather than being lost in the poem itself.

Lackadaisical
Thoughts lack morality,
Only lips and brutality,
On plastic faces.

Again, here we have a rhyme scheme established, yet the final three lines (where it should be indicated, though not entirely matched) give no evidence of it. I'm not quite sure what to suggest, in this case, as the abbc scheme here works quite well; save to give it some thought and see if you can come up with a comparable solution for the final lines, perhaps?

A canvas taunt white and blank
Waits for colors and fine paint
Only eyeless dolls sit and want,
Until they spill empty pigment
The void becomes ornament
Delicate dreams laminate
Color of a darker truth

And here we have something too close to rhyming in the second through the fifth lines... yet without actually rhyming properly. In the stanza above, we nearly establish an abcbc, whereas here it becomes abcdd, making the stanzas feel ill-matched. It's more of an assonance than rhyme, which is reflected in the stanza above, but without what seems to be the appropriate rhythmical link.

Then all is
Released from the fierce hold
In my head.

These final lines I've made some comment on above. I would just add that they would work better, I think, were the poem as a whole not given to the appearance of rhyme without actually rhyming, or if everything up to this point carried a stricter rhyme, thus drawing attention to the contrast and ending on a more powerful contrasting note.

The imagery here is very good, the cadences are quite good, as well, I think, if a bit uneven; but it's the approach to without actually attaining rhyme that throws the whole off ... the feeling is a bit like going down a flight of steps and having each one bark you on the shins as you descend, and then having the floor suddenly appear from nowhere where a moment before it appeared there were three more steps.

I definitely think it's got enough to give it another go, and see if you can work out some way to achieve either a more rigorous rhyme scheme or a more consistent lack of same (though, as I said, I feel that may weaken the impact of the final lines, should you do without the rhymes otherwise). It's certainly got a nice emotional impact, and is vivid; but I think it needs some serious work on the form, in this case.

Sorry to be so critical of this one; but it's because I think it has considerable promise, and I'd like to see that promise realized.
 
Ok try this version. Not sure of dolls and tolls, for some reason I can't think of many words that rhyme with dolls........lots and lots of changes here.

Walk Slowly in the Land of Dolls

Walk slowly in the Land of Dolls.
Tread careful and pay the tolls
Smiles framed in wintry coals.

Those prettier songs will spill,
Love be gone, the day is will, (OR--the day's will?)
Plastic echoes in a empty thrill (remove empty?)

Lackadaisical
Defective morality,
A light kiss of brutality.

Doll eyes are evermore blank,
A canvas taunt white and dank
Waits for colors fine and swank

Dainty porcelain and malcontent
Until the failed fantastic pigment
Plastic null becomes an ornament

Dispassionately
Daydreams nonetheless
A kiss is still spiritless.
 
I preferred the original version, Dust. You seemed to lose everything that was cool about the first post. And it is cool.
 
You were closer with the original version. I think the recasting here is too far with it, and it feels terribly strained. You had one such poem a good while back, I recall, and it took getting away from it for some time before you could find a happy compromise; this may be the same.

I think what you need is a medium between a regular rhyme in each line within each stanza, and an irregular rhyme that forms an overall pattern. That was more what I was trying to indicate in my post... An attention to rhyme, but without restricting yourself too much... have a pattern, but it has some play (and does avoid excessive use of false rhyme -- an occasional example of that is fine, it's when it becomes the dominant thing that it becomes the problem.

Walk slowly in the Land of Dolls.
Tread carefree and careful,
Await the blind to come and call.
Come all, carry none, the day is dull,
The dolls speak with plastic appall
Come all, prettier songs to spill,
Plastic young, forever glass.

Lackadaisical
Thoughts lack morality,
Only lips and brutality,
On plastic faces.

"call/appall" is fine, and "careful/dull", though not a perfect rhyme, also works quite well; and you could get away with not having the final two lines rhyme if either "spill"/"lackadaisical" or "glass"/"faces" were a true rhyme (preferably both). Then you are having an irregular but discernible rhyme scheme, which also allows a fair amount of freedom rather than the "aaaa" structure of the new version. In other words, you'd be establishing an "abcbcde dffd" sort of pattern, which you could either stick with in the second set, or vary (as long as it creates a discernible pattern of its own). You could, for instance, reverse the order above, or make the first line below have a rhyme to continue either the "spill/lackadaisical" rhyme (if it were a true rhyme) or the "glass/faces" rhyme (if it were a true rhyme), and go from there either forward with new rhyming (but not, except for your final three lines, two lines together -- it should be alternate lines), or the reverse mentioned above, etc. This is similar to the technique with terzia rima, and works very well to pull the reader from one stanza to the next, maintaining that continual forward impetus (as in Dante's Commedia).

This knits the poem together as a single fabric, but allows a good deal of loose play and irregularity from line to line. On the final three lines, for symmetry's sake, and for the final impact to be increased, it should be an "abb-" with the final "a" (or "dff-" or whatever the rhyming syllables would be) broken off, like the four lines above. That way, where one is expecting rhythm, it occurs... but is abruptly terminated, leaving, in Ellison's memorable phrase, "a forever intaglio" to haunt the reader.

So... I'd go back to the original, and simply try to recast it with a much lighter hand, rather than entirely changing it as you did here. As I said, perhaps it would be a good idea to give it some time, rather than to become frustrated with it; because it does have a lot of power, and some exceptional imagery and haunting ideas; it's just the technical aspects that need work, not the vision, here.


A canvas taunt white and blank
Waits for colors and fine paint
Only eyeless dolls sit and want,
Until they spill empty pigment
The void becomes ornament
Delicate dreams laminate
Color of a darker truth

Then all is
Released from the fierce hold
In my head.
 
I think poetry needs to be tightened up a bit. Im sure Frost didn't write The Demiurge's Laugh perfectly in his first sitting. Not that I am a frost, but he's my fav right now, lol. Usually I can get it right in the first few drafts, you guys usually see the first draft. But i agree with JD, this needs a bit of working through. I'll get it tho :D
 
Ok, third times a charm or not....this took a bit, but I like it better than the other two. There are like a bjillion changes but this reads tighter and neater even tho some of the original thoughts are not lost, but altered. Meaning's still the same, although as with all my stuff it means whatever it means to whomever is reading it so.....on the other hand, the last lines of the original version were, honestly, a cop out. I had no ending and so I made up one tht I knew didn't mesh with anything else. There. I said it. I make up a lot of things.....lol....

other notes:

i also learned some new words....lolls is lazy, so it goes great with lackadaisical, cadential is like a cadence, which goes with the use of song, ect.....brutality/mortality, morality/complacential....ect...

Why so many changes when it only needed a bit of tweeking? I dunno. This just worked better.

Walk Slowly in the Land of Dolls

Walk slowly in the Land of Dolls.
Tread careful ‘round those lolls

Await the blind to come and call
Voices cry with plastic appall

Come all and carry none, the day is dull,
Those daintier hearts will break and cull

There are yet prettier songs to spill
And abandoned hearts to fill

Lackadaisical
Thoughts lack morality;
Lips and brutality,
Enigmatical.

A canvas taunt white and blank
Waits for paint and colored swank

Only eyeless dolls sit and haunt,
Made-up faces taunt and gaunt

Until they spill empty pigment
The void becomes an ornament

Those delicate dreams will laminate
The color of a darker truth to ornate

Anti-cadential
Life’s wintry fatality;
Dolls and mortality
Complacential.
 
You know, I still can't quite grasp this one. Boy this is an elusive piece! Come to me little words!

/me pouts.

LOL

I'm actually going to set this bad boy aside for a week or two and then attack it again.
 
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