11-12-2014, 02:50 AM
(11-09-2014, 02:00 AM)Bunx Wrote: Edit 2All praise in my above posts still remains. Don´t give up on this one.
Winters wake
There are times during a summers day, summerS ? just a typo?
I pray the snow would stay away.
After hiking up a mountain pass,
I look at the calendar as if an hour glass. The length of this sentence disturbs the rhythm for me...
Fall rolls around, leaves fall to annual death,
the cracking of life's decay beneath my steps. Hmm.. if leaves decay, they are probably wet and dont crack. If they crack, they just dry out and dont decay (yet). I know you refer to life´s decay, but having the decay, cracking and leaves in one line kind of suggest the connection. Decay, at least for me, is strongly associated with wetness.. To use extreme example, a decaying body does not crack.. it falls apart, the solid turning into liquid...
Weeks before winter I wonder if I'll feel alone.
Stuck inside with snow stacked high, life inside a glass globe. I liked the winter glow better despite having winter in the line above.... The image worked quite well and now the glass feels sterile. But again, the rhyme is weak and you have an unstressed and stressed ending sylables. "Glassglobe", as a compostitum, would have the last syllable unstressed, for example, but the word would look and prolly also soud awkward.
Before I realize it, the first cold front is here.
After scraping off the sticky frost I put my car in gear.
Looking out my foggy windshield I concur
winter's wake has come, anguish may occur. I cant get over this one. The End of the World may occur.. sounds very unnatural
My passion could freeze like grass white with frost. What passion? As vague as abition.
Or I could resist the cold notion, despite the cost.
Then I notice it on the drive,
the first snowfall has arrived. Not a 100% matching rhyme, rather assonance, but this works well. Very unforced. Thumbs up.
I always forget it, the peace of mind
when a flake floats down tickling my spine.
Surrounded by falling snow I look up at winters wake.
It is now I foresee winter joy is mine to take.
Thistles.

