09-05-2013, 01:29 AM
lending themselves to
somewhere else in time..
and
As I reach out,
touch upon the silken colours
Lines like that are all right. They seem a little overwritten, but not too much. The poem just has that flavor. It's all done ever so gently: that flavor. Like it's just being written, ever so much. The images are liquid and memory, with the colors and the light. The creatures living in the colors with their alien sense of light. That's good.
somewhere else in time..
and
As I reach out,
touch upon the silken colours
Lines like that are all right. They seem a little overwritten, but not too much. The poem just has that flavor. It's all done ever so gently: that flavor. Like it's just being written, ever so much. The images are liquid and memory, with the colors and the light. The creatures living in the colors with their alien sense of light. That's good.