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Hey, dogs here. So you have a great poem! So funny story, i was reading this and i can over the third line and i read "favourite" and i'm like whaaaaaaaat? So i looked it up and it has the same meaning as favorite, learn something everyday lol. Sooooooo on with your poem, this is great. I really enjoyed reading this, it has a great imagery really throwing a strong very distinct image into the readers head. However, i have a few nitpicks to through at you. Firstly In the first stanza on the last line:

"the genre is usually horror"

This last line seems a little bit out of place and i think it might flow a little better if you take it out. Also in the third stanza second line:

"the sky bulbs wink at anyone"

Instead of "anyone" you should put in everyone. I think that it would again make the flow better.

So apart from those 2 little things this is a great poem. Keep up the good work!



TuckEr EllsworTh

as twilight begins to fade,
the lights mark their
favourite spots in the sky.
one by one, they take a seat, and watch
the show Earth puts on below.
the genre is usually horror.

you can’t see it
with the naked eye,
but late at night,
when the air is quiet
and the owls call out for justice,
the bantam lights come out to play.

against the midnight wash,
the sky bulbs wink at anyone
who cares enough to glance upwards.
they have secrets,
secrets the world is dying to know,
but will never uncover.

their glow often washes down
with the gentle force
of a waterfall,
swift and graceful,
full of spirit.

but tonight I cannot see
the beauty of the lights.
they’re invisible as they
tango their way across the
dance-floor in a rush of life.
only darkness comes out to
play tonight, crowding the

hueless

(hue-less)

sky.
and darkness never plays nice.