04-03-2014, 04:04 AM
Hi everyone,
This is my first post.
I am truly glad you exist dear poetry forum and I'll try my best not to disappoint.
There's is something of a yellow grin in this poem, suicide and funeral fantasy.
I think the rhythm is pretty dead on, I feel the light, slow and ethereal veil of death slowly gaining ground. Relief.
Even nature is dying.
I see this poem as quite ironic, even cynical.
The way people are portrayed as an audience in front of a show.
That phrase "wordless tune of a life" seems to express futility.
The violin cliche.
The cricket choir.
The burlesque appearance of Jesus Christ the doorman, which is why I would have kept the "Plus".
There lies a great darkness. For best or worst.
That' all... I hope this is worthy of the serious workshopping section, I feel quite serious about poetry
This is my first post.
I am truly glad you exist dear poetry forum and I'll try my best not to disappoint.
There's is something of a yellow grin in this poem, suicide and funeral fantasy.
I think the rhythm is pretty dead on, I feel the light, slow and ethereal veil of death slowly gaining ground. Relief.
Even nature is dying.
I see this poem as quite ironic, even cynical.
The way people are portrayed as an audience in front of a show.
That phrase "wordless tune of a life" seems to express futility.
The violin cliche.
The cricket choir.
The burlesque appearance of Jesus Christ the doorman, which is why I would have kept the "Plus".
There lies a great darkness. For best or worst.
That' all... I hope this is worthy of the serious workshopping section, I feel quite serious about poetry