Literary Criticism: Did Rise

Did tear along.
Did carry the sour heave
of memory. Did fold my body
upon the pillow's curve,
did teach myself to pray.
Did pray. Did Sleep. Did choir
an echo to swell through time.
Did pocket watch, did compass.
Did whisper a girl from the silence
of ghost. Did travel on the folded map
to the roaring inside. Did see myself
smaller, at least, stranger,
where the hinge of losing had not yet
become loss. Did vein, did hollow
in light, did hold my my own chapped hand.
Did hair, did makeup, did press
the pigment on broken lip.
Did slutter. Did slur. Did slush
my open mouth, the empty glove.
Did grace, did dare, did learn the way
forgiveness is the heaviest thing to bare.
Did grieve. Did grief. Did check the weather,
choose the sweater, did the patch the jeans
worn out along the seam. Did purchase
did pressure, did put the safety on the scissors.
Did shuttle myself away, did haunt, did swallow
a tongue of sweat formed on the belly
of a day - old glass. Did ice, did block,
did measure the doing. Did carry.
Did return. Did slumber, did speak.
Did wash blood from the bitten nail,
the thumb that bruised. Didwash
the dirt stained face, the dirt stained
sheets. Did take the pills. Did not
take the pills. Cut the knots
from my own matted hair.

Jessica Rae Bergamino


Review:

This poem is about a personal reflection of a woman or girl with her head resting on a pillow in a dark room, the perfect environment for a deep and personal reflection on her past, for not having done something, with the rise of the sun, she will pay the consequences.

In this poem we haven't any stanza, it's a unique piece, a long reflection, even oppressive for not having done something for herself.

In my opinion the best line is: "Did whisper a girl from the silence of ghost. Did travel on the folded map, to the roaring inside. Did see myself smaller, at least, stranger."

The source of her melancholy, should be that her parents did not understand her, confusing the whim with an inner suffering.

In this poem, very powerful if read aloud, is the narration of irresponsible parents, that doesn't care of her daughter, causing in her the terror to be a parent like her irresponsible parents.