Winter Death

by phoenixwriter

Published April 28, 2012

In Poetry

I wish I could be an eagle, soaring high, above the clouads, above the sky,

I want to feel the down of my feathers, the claws on my talons, the sharp, painful breath of the wind through my body.

I wish, I wish, I could redo yesterday, I could redo a year ago. But I've flown past those days on the wind, not caring what I'll encounter at the end.

Like a withering blossom during the winter, I'm near my end. 

There were many things I could have changed but carried on in my nonchalant, carefree ways.

Go away! Leave, my troubles, Flee, the painful, tearful days in the past.

Go away! Let me live in peace.

I don't want to relive the past, but do over, but now I can't.

Now, I must fly as fast as I can past the troubles waiting, following, close behind.

I must escape all the regrets, all the pain of the past. 

I am flying away from the chilling, killer winter.

I am escaping death.
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Kale wrote a review Review · Jun 25, 2012

I wish I could be an eagle, soaring high, above the clouads, above the sky,

Ouch. The rather common-yet-misspelled word right there in the first line makes me as a reader rather leery of your writing abilities as a poet. Especially since such a misspelling would be caught by any simple spelling checker. Proofreading before posting is one of those things that you really, really, really should do all the time. It shows that you really, truly care about your writing, which makes your readers more incline to care about your writing, too.

There were many things I could have changed but carried on in my nonchalant, carefree ways.

This line doesn't make much sense. Who carried on? And why is the carrying on relevant?

Go away! Leave, my troubles, Flee, the painful, tearful days in the past.

The punctuation in this line needs a lot of work. I'm not sure what exactly you were trying to say with this line because the punctuation confuses the meaning so much.

I don't want to relive the past, but do over, but now I can't.

And here's another line that doesn't make much sense. I'm noticing a trend...

First things first, as I said before, proofread before you post. The more mistakes that are present in a piece, the less happy your readers are, and the less likely they are to want to care about whatever it was that you wrote.

Next, there's more to poetry than just taking a piece of prose and breaking it up into lines. As it stands, the line breaks weren't particularly well-placed for a poem, and they don't enhance the meaning of any part of the poem in particular, except maybe the very last line. Where you start and end a line puts emphasis on the word starting or ending the line, and those subtle emphases, when used well, can really add a whole new dimension of meaning to a poem.

This poem completely lacks that dimension.

I'd highly recommend you play around more with the line breaks in this piece. Right now, they're boring and not particularly meaningful, and they add nothing to this piece.



Everything has a consequence and every consequence leads to death.
— kattee