10-13-2014, 08:14 PM
(10-11-2014, 09:16 AM)just mercedes Wrote:Truly appreciate your constructive crit. I am learning and loving it!(10-07-2014, 09:03 PM)Word Weaver Wrote: Aloft the breath taking steep of smaragdine I'm instantly confused - what does 'Aloft the breath' mean, and what is a 'steep of emerald'?
Suspended on a knotted twine, what is suspended? breath, or emerald?
Harp strings in whisper,
strikes a chord with my murmuring thoughts, harp strings, being plural, should have a plural form of the verb, hence 'strike'.
releasing a wearied sigh.
Musing into a foreign time, musing into? musing about, musing on, but musing into?
of Never-a -care and Eirene. I recognise the goddess, but who is Never-a-Care?
A start!
Dazed, from the yawning arms of Somnus' son,
winks, laced in sweet amnesia,
belies nothing but a hint of sand, again, winks, plural, so 'belie'
and tracings of honeyed kisses, honeyed kisses - feels a little overused
impassioned upon my lips,
my arm and hand.
'twas the briefest slip-away, archaic use
a visit with Pasithea,
a sip from Hebe,
a moment of evanescence,
Ambrosia to my essence.
Hi, and welcome to the site. Your poem is difficult to read, mainly because of the 'high' tone, or old-fashioned diction. Putting all of that aside, I'm not at all sure exactly what happened here. Someone sighed, and woke up?
if I may ask, what does 'high' tone mean, and, just a tjought, wouldn't it be more fitting to seem on the old fashion side to connote a sense of myth when I was comparing a power nap with the Gods? Just curious and thank you sincerely for the welcome!
I actually tidied it a bit and hoping you'd come back and give it a second look over. Best regards~ Kate

