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What the runes said (Other) by INTRANSIT
A handfull of sand to the wind,
grains showed me the story of friends
and to the earth they did recind.
I walked along a gravel bed,
the many sounds of families
took residence within my head.
I chose a stone at the waters edge,
and felt its story of battering
and drowning in the waters cage.
A boulder strong cut my finger,
So I put my hand to my mouth
the salt of the rock did linger.
As I approached the cliffs that slept,
I smelled the story of their ages
and from within their cracks they wept.
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.866667
Weighted score: 5.7633576
Overall Rank: 1779
Posted: February 3, 2003 2:37 PM PST; Last modified: February 3, 2003 4:31 PM PST
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Handful.
recind???
get rid of 'many'(it throws off the rythmn and is quite unnecessary)
did linger? Why not lingered?
water's
Get rid of 'So'
Can something sleep and weep?
So-Iambic again. sleep-metaphor for quiet. Thanks so much for your time. when I get some myself I'll see what i can do about recind. Fuck, making things smoothe to the ear is hard. It's such a rough world we dlive in eh?