Message Of Naked By Conee Berdera

To me, a poem is not a poem unless I can create scenes occurring in each stanza within my mind’s endless imagination. Alternatively, feel the message the author inscribes to each page as if they are being spoken to me by a prophet. I want to feel like the main character and be at the center of whatever is happening within the poem. I want to be able to see, touch, taste, hear, smell, and most importantly, feel everything that the author is presenting. I want to envision the message that the author wants me to feel and understand as if it were carved into my brain with the very pen they wrote with. I am a visual learner, but I think with my heart more than with my mind. I not only want to see the story played out, but I also need to feel it

It uses descriptive to transcribe the message to which the author is trying to see if the reader can relate. I have gone through multiple lows in my life, very deep dark ones, "...when you saw me in my most difficult state. Like how you witnessed the most unlovable parts of me. As I slowly unraveled each imperfection in front of you like a scar." There was always one person I reached out to that brought me out of the abyss, despite everything they witnessed spill out of me, "And despite all of this, you loved me harder anyway." This poem reminded me of that person and how important they were to me. I feel that some poems should be able to do that, send you a message, remind you of aspects of yourself and things that have happened to you, and show you that you are not the only one to have experienced such things. I feel that poems should bring you back to that moment, even if unpleasant, so that you can see how far you have come from that time in your

I find this poem to be a better example of why description and imagery are so important within true poems. The vivid imagery used in the poem brought me to each street, to each barbershop, and finally to the barber's chair. I was allowed to experience and explore each feeling of comfort, disheartenment, frustration, and hope described through each layer of the stanzas. I feel like the main character, going to my favorite barbershop, watching closely, wandering around lost, trying to find something to fill the space, finally feeling hope and relief when I find a new place, and finally feeling comfortable again. I have felt similar, though in a different sense. I moved around quite a lot, growing up, and I have been through the same rollercoaster of emotions when the place you are residing in is no longer yours, and I have to find another. Getting comfortable only to have it ripped out from under you and having to start over and over again. However, the feeling of home, especially at the end of the poem, was undeniable. The need to no longer survive but