Lines Composed on a Near Pristine Day, Reflected in a Spoon
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I think this piece has some interesting lines: mostly like this one.

not remains of our fling, flung motionless,
like a prize baby-doll flailed till faceless.
My rupturing hands mold sadness in haste.

I really like those lines. I also find that you use too many intricate words. You also have to be careful of alliterations: what does bandit breezes mean? I also find that you need to work on your meaning because I could not grasp what this poem was about.

Anyway thanks for sharing.
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RE: Lines Composed on a Near Pristine Day, Reflected in a Spoon - by Poetry In Motion - 07-14-2021, 12:44 AM



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