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Post by onemoremile on Apr 5, 2006 7:08:22 GMT -8
Drown with you in doubt
Cold, low sun Has blinded her for days From horizon through horizon Still can’t recognise that face, Those words, Those eyes
But she can live With her regrets Still raise a smile, Still raise her head And move on And forget
But deep down She longs for the sun to set And she’ll open her eyes For the sea, stained red To drown the doubts And soothe the pain And she’ll understand those words, those eyes, that voice Again.
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Post by Ramona on Apr 6, 2006 7:22:46 GMT -8
This piece had some of the best rhythm I've read in a poem in a long time. The only part that I think could be improved is the second-to-last line. It seemed to long, maybe if you broke it down, like "And she'll understand those words/those eyes/that voice/Again." It would also put more emphasis on those features.
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Post by ScarletMornings on Apr 6, 2006 18:56:13 GMT -8
i adore this. its very unusual and i love the images it creates in my mind. great job.
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Post by onemoremile on Apr 7, 2006 0:43:57 GMT -8
thankyou! yeah, it sounds much better like that ramona
Do you think the second stanza fits properly? it feels a bit like the odd one out to me... more like a chorus than an ordinary stanzam what do you reckon?
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Post by Ramona on Apr 10, 2006 8:22:45 GMT -8
I think it fits just fine. But it would be cool if you used it again, like a chorus.
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Post by Robin on Apr 11, 2006 7:29:16 GMT -8
Amazing imagery, amazing rhythm.
That's about all that is to be said about it. It's cliche, but the clicheness hides behind the amazing imagery and rhythm.
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