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Try harder To prise me from the wood, And somehow from me Grow windbreak branches. Separate fingers On horse chestnut trees. Green digits spray-painted, Diffused over old wood, Toxins curdled but firmly sealed, <figuratively falling> Splayed and ready to break Your fall, No winter injury. In our decline Make me something. Part my fingers And pull up my chin, I break out for you, again, Bursting, I dress for spring. |
Interesting. Made me instantly think of bursting, blooming, explosions. The second thing I noticed distracted me from this great write and that was the un-needed caps on most of your lines and also the < > marks, picky, sorry. But it was a little hard to read. Try harder to prise me from the wood and somehow from me, grow windbreak branches. Separate fingers on horse chestnut trees, green digits spray-painted, diffused over old wood, & toxins curdled but firmly sealed, (figuratively falling) splayed and ready to break your fall-- no winter injury in our decline, make me something-- part my fingers and pull up my chin. I break out for you, again. Bursting, I dress for spring. Just a suggestion! :) I loved the intricate, web-like way you wrote this, the words you chose that made me think of an awakening. The title Scorch makes me think of Summer. Very fitting. All in all this is a nice job. PeAcE~** | Posted on 2006-05-10 00:00:00 | by metalnymph | [ Reply to This ] | |