09-12-2013, 04:01 AM
I think it's the about to be changing, already subtly changing, seasonal conditions that are making me like a lot of what most would attack for being hackneyed, lately. This tis love business. But I do think it's used in a meritorious way here. It cuts its line nicely. Maybe it does still belong in Novice, but it seems like you're working with far more than a novice touch. There are a lot of its, and its so close to tis; but I can't say that's too bad at the moment. But I might think of someway to say something constructive when I start feeling annoyed with everything as I often do around this time of day.
There are different moods for reading poems. I don't read other people's poems for pleasure very often anymore. But I'm enjoying what I'm seeing here. But it seems more like a rare mood. But but but but, this poem somehow is sustaining that good mood. Hopefully others can see something wrong with it, and give more reasonable advice. Or any advice at all.
There are different moods for reading poems. I don't read other people's poems for pleasure very often anymore. But I'm enjoying what I'm seeing here. But it seems more like a rare mood. But but but but, this poem somehow is sustaining that good mood. Hopefully others can see something wrong with it, and give more reasonable advice. Or any advice at all.
