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Mind Set Adrift

Member since 2002 · Posted 30 Aug 2002 · 2 comments

My midnight mind is a wandering fool, a captive with unlimited freedom to explore past, present, and fears of the future. I set sail from parts unknown to places already discovered, occasionally stopping to find buried treasures full of pleasures and painful memories.

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[4] limonade 30-Aug-02/9:46 PM Reply

Cutting a sentence into lines does not a poem make. You should say this poem of yours out loud a few times, and find the natural divisions of the words. Listen carefully. Think about where you want to shock the reader with an unexpected linebreak. Buried treasures/full of pleasures would make an elegant internal rhyme if you were to bring those lines together.

[n/a] vulcan 31-Aug-02/1:41 AM Reply

Beauty of the poem lies in the first stanza.the second one is not that original.yet it was beautiful.6