The Walk

[Truerenigma]

I love the sing song rhythm and sensibility. The love is, yes burgeoningly apparent. When is love bad? But thats irrelevant. Like the word "wend". I've employed it meself with impunity. I find the piece wholly if not in part, accomplished. By the way, the ubiquitous sound of frogs croaking, and crickets cricking on a summer's night is very effective, quite loverly as it patterns the sing-song nature of the poem.

thank you poe, I'm glad you were able to get a strong sense of the environment and setting.

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for milo
il miglior fabbro

I will confess and tell my friend
but I will give to him in song
as frogs sing night unto its end.

Frogs sing bass, and crickets blend
their melodies - I’ll hum along,
then I’ll confess and tell my friend.

I've missed my turn, my aimless wend
has led me where I don’t belong
as frogs sing night unto its end.

I’ll meet him just around this bend,
on nights like this no turn is wrong,
I will confess and tell my friend.

But for right now I’ll just pretend
he’s walking by my side so long
as frogs sing night unto its end.

If he’s not in this marsh, well then
I’ll search beyond the wood and on.
I will confess and tell my friend
as frogs sing night unto its end.

Trueenigma, I have to say I truly enjoyed reading this poem. For me personally, one of the things I most appreciate and look for in poetry is RHYTHM and this poem definitely has it. The pattern/structure of the rhythm allowed the poem to flow effortlessly and almost melodically--I applaud that. Also, I like the fact that you do not specify what the confession actually is. I enjoy poems that have a touch of ambiguity. In reality, I believe it many times adds a more poetic and captivating air to the poem. The content of a poem doesn't always need to be direct nor do the words always need to be clear. If the meaning/story behind the words were always so easy to grasp and understand, where would the beauty be? In addition, the title is "The Walk" and not "The Confession", which means your focus is obviously not the confession but the details surrounding it, this making the subject of the confession irrelevant as far as I'm concerned. In any case, I did have one doubt. In the first stanza, the second line: "but I will give to him in song"... I don't know if I'm not understanding correctly but, what exactly is it that you are going to give to him? This is the only part I "trip on". Other than that, this definitely deserves to be called a poem. I loved it Keep up the good work!

Thank you forever*young for your applause, and for selecting my poem to take some time to read and comment on, and for pointing out the line that tripped you up.

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