The Lady

by aszecsei

Published December 14, 2012

In Poetry

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The Lady wraps her porcelain arms
A choking love, her chilling lips
Hover near my ear, so better
To to hear the words she whispers.
It is no language I have ever heard
Or shall likely hear again,
A language of concept, ripped
Directly from the world and put in sound.
A raven cries, an echoing lament
For an innocence that never was
That could be lost.
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vidhya iyer
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vidhya iyer wrote a review Review · Dec 14, 2012

hi there,
it is a good piece of writing. it has a good base.
i would like to give some suggestion.

not necessarily each line start with capital letter. don't do that until the previous line is complete.

"To to hear the words she whispers."
i don't get why are there two "to"

"For an innocence that never was
That could be lost."
i don't it this one right.

alignment and punctuation are the drawback in here making it look like the lack of coherence.

i must also tell the positives.. :-)

"It is no language I have ever heard
Or shall likely hear again"
the exact portray of the feel.. good..!

"A language of concept, ripped
Directly from the world and put in sound."
i feel that the four lines above are the heart of your poem.
i like it..! but please redo it with proper punctuation and alignment.
good piece of writing..
keep going..! good luck.. :-)

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StoryWeaver13
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StoryWeaver13 wrote a review Review · Dec 14, 2012

This felt somewhat disjointed to me. I think it's the lack of punctuation, along with the way in which the sentences are written and divided.

Conceptually, I think this lacked cohesion, so I would advise trying to find a way to tie this together from beginning to end, and to inject it with more of a story - not that this has to be narrative, just that we have to have some sort of basis of emotion to connect to the poem as a whole.

So, in short, it's all the linky-connecty-flowy stuff.

This isn't a bad start, but I'd definitely recommend cleaning it up and expanding on the idea, because I see potential.

Keep writing.



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