Dovina
on Spilling Out Sideways by PsydewaysTears
1 Jan 2005, 1:49 PM
Understand the crooked maze. And not a bad use of words that rhyme with it.
When the sun rises my angel, I shall be there with thee
Never allowing thy soul to stray from me.Just a little
something from my next poem. I really like this poem,
keep up the good work -9-
This could be said with 1/3 as many words and twice the impact.
A thoughtful prayer. However, the whole "The lord is my shepherd" thing has been so done.
The first half implies some trick of writing you are planning, but I don't see it coming through.
Quotes around the second half imply a note you left for her to find as if by accident. But the line about a charade doesn't work if that's true.
I can't help it. I'm a fan of fins. -10-
A comma after remonstrate would relieve some ambiguity. And conventional spacing would help. It's quite good, really, just hard to wade through at first.
Verse 2 is especially nice. It can happen anywhere.
thats great,i don't really know if it was a poem or not, but it had a lesson and it made you think a little so its good enough for me, 9
Well, I really thought you was a goil. Maybe you are doing a perspective thing (sometimes I pretend I'm human). I think you have to be a goil.
So. As it is then. Having trouble finding its mission, and if I have then it was found by the end of the second stanza.
Made me consider it though, without hesitation.
This is very aptly put : "And because that other fool".
Nice one.
Might want to consider loosing that third "together"?
A painting if there ever was one.
*10*
I wrote that waaaay back!! So please comment accordingly. I know it's not good!!
My students loves reading your math poems. I think Im going to let them write one for extra credit, since they keep asking me. Felicia
"strived for more than what was mine" Good line, and I say that because I have done that.
"lucky few to have seen a miracle" Yes, and it's so easy to see afterward.
Your explanitory notes at beginning and end only detract. The poem stands on its own.
After feeding the tree all summer, we put on this little show of color, then die. Long live Autumn! Good poem, but I want to be serenaded.
A nice sentiment. Hard to make an emotional dent in an event of such scope.
This is the best poem you've ever written. I'm serious.