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Weather poem part 5: the cold dusk (Free verse) by nypoet22
Everyone mentions the weather,
hurts when cut,
bleeds real blood,
cries gently.
She scouted her next boyfriend
from beside my bed;
somewhere she knew this,
knew what she had done.
I watched it happen,
breathed, carried boxes
and feigned ignorance.
Who played the bigger coward
for not speaking out?
All i know is
wind cools the tears,
night brings release
and hell,
i miss her.
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.8
Weighted score: 5.095362
Overall Rank: 6105
Posted: September 30, 2006 6:36 AM PDT; Last modified: October 1, 2006 11:56 AM PDT
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It still works well. I like the high percentage of feminine line endings, it makes it gentle, yet slightly ragged (like bleeding cuts). Only thing I'd be wary of here - and I should have said this last time round - is that the first line is slightly awkward to link to the rest of that stanza. I assume you mean it in the sense that everyone mentions the weather, everyone hurts when cut, everyone bleeds real blood - but does everyone cry gently? I guess it's a bit of an unfair gripe to just pick at something minor like that, but when the rest's as good as it is, why not strive for perfection? ;-)