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tennisprincess wrote:than all this summer snow
Silence in her silhouette
scorches like first winter frost -
each time consumes a little more...
Until seasons are forever lost.
A good way to begin, but the girl isn’t really brought back into it. It feels almost as though you used it to sound pretty. The rest of the poem has meaning behind every line, this just feels like it’s just been shoved there, as though it’s from another poem entirely. Saying that, I do like it. Maybe you could make another poem out of it?
No howling winds of February
No April rain to make you weary << I don’t like the use of weary here, I don’t know why. It almost rhymes with February, but doesn’t quite. It just feels a little forced, for me.
Do I regret this choice I've made?
Why should I?
I live to learn.
Yet your etched memory refuses to fade... << I’m not sure I like this line, it just doesn’t feel ‘right’. I don’t know why though. But I am just one person, if you feel like this fits, then leave it, it is your poem, after all.
Here I take a bow; << why? We don’t really see the situation, so if you want specifics, be less ambiguous.
this is all my dignity can allow.
But don't worry,
after tonight,
all your shallow debts
to me are repaid. << I would have had the line break after me, rather than after debts. I think it would flow better.
I'm sure we're sure to meet below
with souls more putrid
than all this summer snow. << I like this summer snow business.
Pitifully, you clamoured << I’m not sure this line works, for me.
though you were never right.
I suppose I'll give you points
for putting up a fight.
So now I stand over you,
in a pale morning light...
This game is over.
Checkmate.
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