06-29-2014, 12:28 PM
check out the meter section, it's great for helping the poet lay down a rhythm.
Cradle moon 'O cradle moon,
hanged so slight up in the sky, hanged so slight doesn't work
watching not with such intent,
don't you think that we ask why?
Math and science some will say,
drapes your lash and lid so low,
but I know a lover's tryst,
halves your glancing silver glow.
Like a lady you'd not gaze,
on those entwined 'neath your light, beneath
yet too thrilled to look away,
from the secrets of your night.
the things i mentioned are to bolster some of what others have said.
edits are the poets manure keep at it.
Cradle moon 'O cradle moon,
hanged so slight up in the sky, hanged so slight doesn't work
watching not with such intent,
don't you think that we ask why?
Math and science some will say,
drapes your lash and lid so low,
but I know a lover's tryst,
halves your glancing silver glow.
Like a lady you'd not gaze,
on those entwined 'neath your light, beneath
yet too thrilled to look away,
from the secrets of your night.
the things i mentioned are to bolster some of what others have said.
edits are the poets manure keep at it.