Skysea

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Skysea

The sky is
A migrating sea seen through
The aquarium of the windows
Of a library.


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This was a random inspiration I had while staring out the window at the sky one day; it was particularly windy and cloudy, hence the subject seen above. I don't normally dabble in poetry, so all comments are appreciated--especially if you can tell me *what* kind of poem this turned out to be. xD It has almost a haiku or limmeric feel to it, but more than likely it's free-form. *shrug* I want to know what you think, though! :D (Any suggestions as to how it might be broken up are welcome, also, because it originally started out as a single sentence that had some meter and rhyme to it, but...yeah. >>)
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Well obviously it's way to short for me to do a real reveiw, but either way, I like it. A couple commas would be nice, but they're not really needed since it's a poem. Maybe elaborate on it a bit more, add a few stanzas, but either way, I think it's nice, and straight to the point. Keep writing!




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This poem paints a very cool picture. You have a lot of good imagery and unique description packed into a very short poem. The last two lines felt a little awkward in their wording to me, but I liked the idea of the library being like an aquarium. It would be interesting to see if you could elaborate on this at all, but I like what you have here.



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