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1. As time slowly rust, I begin to realize there is nothing left- like all the barren branches on this cold winter's eve. 2. The sun begins to set; your lullaby is all i have along with this torn blanket. so now i shall lay my head down and try to keep myself warm. 3. The dirt ground: the leaf's last destination. Cold wind rushes against my face, my heart skipping a beat; thinking of you, just thinking |
I love this form! A little longer than haiku, but still short and sweet. ;) You've done a good job with it, too; I only have a couple of suggestions. On the first piece, could you have meant 'rusts' instead of 'rust' in the first line? It seems to fit better. And if you have to choose only one to turn in to your teacher for a grade, I'd choose the third; it seems to have the best images, imho. Good luck with your class! :D | Posted on 2004-11-07 00:00:00 | by latentlylyrical | [ Reply to This ] | Not familiar with this style so I don't really know what to look for for comparison, although the third one seems to have the best flow and images, if that is what they are looking for. They're all very good. Reading them over gave me thought for pause, but I still go with #3. Good luck. | | Posted on 2004-11-07 00:00:00 | by arkay | [ Reply to This ] | |