The Cornfield
In the malaise
Of a rudely setting sun
Your tungststen shield
Transparent and over-run
Quiet on quixotic passes
Through thick thickets
Of Pine. oak, and fern
Black forest
Black magic gift
Those tiny daffodils
Lying tranquilly abound
In the soft yellow countryside
Follow me tonight;
Down that dim path
Of pitiful moonlight
Our frenetic hearts
Will be blazed
By neon sparks
What is your opinion of this poem?
Containing grievous errors such as use of the words quixotic, and tungsten (as evidenced by the butchery of its spelling), the line "Black magic gift", and an entire lack of direction or purpose, this poem rests in the bosom of refuse, along with its companions.
Reply:You have a gift of excellent alliteration...a lot of writers don't practice that. But, a free verse poem can sound like a rythming poem when good alliteration is there...internal rythme works just as well.
I'll give you a 10 for this one! Da_n good work, and the message is self-contained, not sprawling all over the place!
Reply:I think it's a very good poem...
I might have adjusted it a little...
"Lying tranquilly abound
Down that dim path
Follow me tonight;
In the soft yellow countryside
by pitiful moonlight"
...very nice poem how it is, though.
Reply:i dont know. i found this really boring. you stuck a bunch of romantic adjectives together and called in poetry.
i'm guessing you could do much better than this.
Reply:wow. i like it. i really like the " by neon sparks" part. veryy good poem
Reply:You have defeated a tricky task with this noble performance.
Reply:i like the part where it says "by neon sparks" its very good.
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