10-03-2013, 11:24 AM
(10-02-2013, 03:16 AM)Sonata Wrote: I remember the day she came in,The poem's missing a lot of details (who are these women? What is the nature of the guest?), and in the absence of them we're not given much to latch onto, so I'd recommend sketching more in here, but it's elegant enough that you have the bones of a very good poem. Thank you for the read
It was dark and one lonely soul -
could barely be seen Should there be some kind of punctuation here?
I took her in, gave her home;
filled her body with warmth I like this line because it's an original way of saying "I warmed her up".
She said: "Thank you",
as she strolled to the bed,
And then got lost in the field of dreams.
I remember the days when I -
could see her everywhere I went
and the nights she smoked cigarettes
with such style, on the terrasse "Terrace"; unless you're using a variant of British which isn't English or American, in which case I retract.
She would nod as I entered the home
And I would show my smile to the shadows, Another original way of saying something which could have been expressed dully
instead of her with shyness.
One day as I was coming back from work,
I heard strange noises, my home
was sinking low.
Something swallowed it from inside,
She screamed just once,
So I can know she is there,
And left me hopeless just to stare. This line might be more impactful with a comma after "hopeless".
I remember those days clearly,
after all, how can I forget,
In every dream of mine she exists
slowly walking away
into the darkness. Effective last three lines.
Critique is JMHO.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe

