QUOTE(holeintheface @ Aug 16 2006, 06:13 PM)

this is no home
this a hole
filled with echos from a crash
there's no sound here
except the soft breathing
of a mother counting what's left
the reverberations
are driving me
insane
I especially like where you state
"a hole
filled with echos from a crash
there's no sound here"
i'ts such a huge, hanging statement, but suspended so brilliantly
hints that something big happened with the word "crash" and
hints at sustained shock, with the writer staring at the seemingly gaping hole left in front of her
and yet, no sound here, again, suggested shock in the aftermath
then you talk about reverberations, which nicely reflects back to the beginning part where you'd talked about echos....in a hole
and provide the reader with a means to sense the same
This poem's a pleasure to read, Rachel. Keep writing, you no doubt can say things in a way that provides rewards for the reader on every line.
- Carolyn