10-30-2013, 09:43 PM
(05-30-2013, 10:11 AM)Ryan_w_r Wrote: Dust filled bars of light cut through one another as their paths intersect.Hi Ryan,
Smells of mildew, and mothballs coat the thick, and stagnant air.
Memories lay dormant in the dark, forgotten memories meant to be remembered.
Where unneeded wants go to live out their existence...
-The attic
In any poem imagery is important enough on its own, but if you really want to make a piece of veracity verse you have to instill belief in the reader. Unless there is more than one sun, or the attic is lit by floodlights outside, there is just no way (except in shoot-em-up movies where bullets pepper the old holdin' up shed walls) that "beams of light intersect".You repeat yourself. "Cut through one another" IS to intersect. Nonetheless, I see what you see but it irks. Punctuation is all over the place,too. Drop the second "and" in L2, if you have a love of commas

Last line is not a sentence.
"Forgotten memories" is hard to swallow, especially as you have just told me they are there, lying in the dark. Or had you forgotten? "unneeded wants" (???)
The concept is good, the atmospheric opportunities ARE touched on but barely given scope. The execution is weak. Tighten it up.
That's all.
Best,
tectak