2.19 a.m. Friday Morning

by BFG

Published March 4, 2007

In Old Poetry

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Wow. I think this is your best yet. It's long, but it develops, and so subtly, and delicately... it carries none of the show-off, or lusty, or love-deprived, or attention-seeking, qualities that many of your others do, but is as airy as the fog you describe. It's so gentle... it seems to forget there's an audience at all, or an author... man, I really love this.

Bits I wasn't sure I liked: The repetition of 'reduced' in the last stanza

The 'pretend' in line 3 of the 6th stanza - it threw me off a bit, and pretend sounds immature somehow, even though I prefer that to just plain dreamed
The last stanza maybe is a little long, though I'm not sure about that... I really like every line of it (particularly the 'pumpkin carved thin' simile) but I feel it's a little long. I'm not sure it would be worth taking out one of those lines just to make the stanza shorter.


I particularly liked the rhyme of 'keep' and 'sleep' in the fourth stanza. It gives it something of a held together feel, like what you're describing. I also liked the way the stanzas didn't seem to have any predetermined lengh - it made it more real, like bits of thought from the other side of the cemetery that found the reader's ear in the fog. I think the sixth stanza is my favorite. The whole thing is the most beautiful thing I've read on this site as yet.

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bubblewrapped wrote a review Review · May 24, 2007

Weirdly enough, it is nearly 2:19am on Friday Morning as I write this o_o

Anyway. I second what BFG said - I think this is my favourite poem of yours (I say that a lot, dont I? But this time I definitely mean it LOL), especially that last stanza. Beautifully done. Like lace, if that makes sense. The more you look at it, the more intricate and delicate it appears.

I think BFG covered everything so I guess there's nothing left to do but be glad I stumbled across it. I will have to check out people's old posts more often!



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