10-20-2018, 08:25 PM
Hi, Richard. I think the poem achieves the feeling of remoteness without saying it but if you want to keep it you could consider Remote. September Snow might be nice. A few thoughts:
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(10-01-2018, 12:40 PM)Richard Wrote: RemotenessThanks for posting it, Richard, I'm enjoying it. (Sorry, forgot to proof my response, might make more sense now.
Snow in September, see above.
a hood hides your face lovely line.
like clouds cover stars, I think you could lose this comma, the break does its job. I might prefer "the stars".
while a storm prepares You might consider replacing while with as. For me it would improve the sonics.
to bury the dead colours I like the good use of bury and dead in such a short line.
of autumn. We know it's autumn, you might use this opportunity to increase the mood, "crunching underfoot" or any other sense you want to bring in.
North is not a place
for love poems. I like the bluntness of these lines.
Hearts freeze there,
even when insulated by layers
only you have the patience
to remove and neatly fold, Effective imagery, I'd like an end stop here to encapsulate it and give me time to think about it.
lips crack, with or without
the pressure of kissing, Very much like how these two lines lead to thoughts about the value of a romantic relationship.
my mittened hands lonely. I like the image but you may want to think of a more interesting way to say "lonely".
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