I. Love. This. Poem.
This poem came to me as a love poem, about being intertwined with two opposited and not knowing what the truth was. In this case, the truth came and passed leaving me with a poem lacking passion. When I revised, I used that same pull to describe a love of a different kind.
Very rarely will i write eco poems. I find the idea a little silly, honestly. But this one grew organically so I let it vine.
I like the repetition in this poem because it reasserts a Truth. It becomes sort of a lull. In the eye, the visual of north and south are separate. In the mouth the sounds are opposite (north being a closed O and south being an open dipthong). But in the poem they represent a single constant: Home.
With that as the structure, left over from the love poem, I was able to demonstrate that that constant, being both Home and the act of change, could be more than just a phenomina of nature but a call for action.
I don’t love the ending. Maybe in subsequent drafts I will find a better tolling for the end.
Change your poems. Change them until they are something completely new, and then you will see what they were trying to be the whole time. Again, why edit unless you intend to reach the potential of each and every one of your pieces. Why edit unless you are prepared to know the true nature of your collection. This was meant to e a love poem but ended up as a poem on trusting change. That’s a kind of love, it looks similar, it means more.