11-17-2013, 09:37 AM
Hi Cloudy,
Better title, and the edit improves the poem. Some comments below:
Just thoughts.
Best,
Todd
Better title, and the edit improves the poem. Some comments below:
(11-16-2013, 09:36 AM)justcloudy Wrote: edit 1, thanks AJ, tectak and lucentWhat I didn't comment on I like. I think you did a good job extending the imagery throughout the poem.
We may have been in love that time
We splashed in storm gutters under rainbows.
Our minds conspired, giggles hunched in corners,--You don't need our minds
Flashing conversation spilled out and over,
all walls were breached, our ditches flooded.
Puddled reflections showed different breeds
too alike to wade in deeper-- our stars did not align--cut the cliche, perhaps
that night. I kept my head, but lost yours--This phrasing is not quite tweaking the original enough to make it work for me
once the ripples we created caught up
and shattered tainted calm.
Just thoughts.
Best,
Todd
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
