March
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March
It's spring, and streets are melting, Open up its eyes and look Into the heavens, their hysterics Is too much to bear, and laughs, And shadows, justified mistakes Won't stop their blubbing in the corner. Behold! One shift in mood, Of ghosts of snowflakes to spring About in the window, and clear-headed Languid autumn is strolling down the hall, Coming undone at whiffs Of first November snow. I wanted ending, pale, pallid. And knees, so fraught to hug, And lean across And walk away with head High in the air, and fingers intertwining. I finished all unwanted explorations, I tasted tasted pears in your mouth, Corrupting thoughts, and blood, and sense. All I can do is find a marble staircase And kiss the sounds of your footsteps 'night. |
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| You have "the knack" for poetry. this is fine. Some humble suggestions: line 3 should read, "ARE too much to bear, and laughs" Also in the first stanza you say "its eyes", however, it is extremely unclear as to who or what you are referring to--the street, or somehting else. The second line of the 3d stanza the word "fraught" is used incorrectly{fraught--full of or accompanied by something specified, as danger, etc...) I do not understand the final word of the poem-- 'night ! I do not know what the apostraphe is for!! If you make those simple changes, you will have a most excellent poem, indeed! The second line of the final stanza is brilliant!! I loved it! bravo... bravo... bravo... Michael | Posted on 2008-06-18 00:00:00 | by Algol46 | [ Reply to This ] | |
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