08-02-2014, 11:49 PM
Awesome! I'm glad someone took the challenge on! In my over-analytical mind (which is not a good thing) I saw what I thought read 'how to bright the flame' and while grammatically incorrect I immediately went to --could be play on words-bright as a verb-rolls off the tongue like light which is bright and therefore a mental internal rhyme that doesn't even exist on the page- and then the scientific part clicked in-a flame is only as bright as the elements burning, and once burning, won't get brighter unless you add another catalyst. So this could be used with love as the obvious metaphor, but really could taken anywhere.
This is a small glimpse into how my brain works at times, and yes, it sometimes is scary.
I'm not great at crit on rhyme poems, but I can say that I adore this line:
"The sun is such a perverted provocateur"
Great job =)
bena
This is a small glimpse into how my brain works at times, and yes, it sometimes is scary.
I'm not great at crit on rhyme poems, but I can say that I adore this line:
"The sun is such a perverted provocateur"
Great job =)
bena
