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LAST LOGIN: March 12
I have spent the last twenty years writing the Waters of the Moon science fiction series (watersofthemoon.com). My main character often falls into poetry during stressful situations. These poems are often sad, dwelling on duty or danger. Someday I would like to compile the poems into a single work. My 8th book will be out in the fall and I’m working on the 9th book now.
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In Flander's Field, we find our home Where poppies grow and skylarks roam O'er turf and sod once torn asunder Lay valleys now in peaceful slumber Here were cannon, gun and sword In courage we could not ignore And thus our home forever lies In Flander's Field
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With his sword, he drew a line 'Tween the living and the dead And from his pocket, took his speech Trembling as he read; Fear not, Dear Lord, who loves us still To you our lives are rendered. In freedom's cause, we serve thy will; Death but not surrender.
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This is a bit beyond me. I like many of the word choices but don't sense a connection to the imagery. If its a homage to spring I wish it would conjure the feeling stronger. The lemon juice part lost me. I think the first two lines were the best.
Thought provoking and a bit haunting. Rather than use "that" twice in a row I might try "The one you save just for me", but maybe it's an Australian thing. Well, now that I've read your sad poem I'm depressed. See you later.
We don't have much snow in Los Angeles so the images aren't quite so strong with me but I did like several sections, particularly "Snow falls, the rain comes" and "with white crystals for a season". For some reason, "thick molassis red" throws me off. Maybe I'm dumb but I don't get it. I'm also not sure about about the "scrape of leaves" segment. I like the word choices and the flow but it also took me out of the scene set up by the "fog will fill the earth" just before it, which is a wonderf...
This reads like a short story but I like the flow of thought. Some of the "pain and fear", "be whole again", and "prison of my soul" lines tend to be overused in poetry and I think this piece would be better using original concepts or different word choices. I liked the lines such as "breaking through emptiness", "green leaves pushing through dead bark", and near the conclusion, "It's the last time I'll ever vist here," which conjured vivid images for me. More movement toward this sort of fre...
The opening lines are intriguing but the rest seems to fall into uncoordinated observations without a cohesive structure. The reader may ask, why is this important to me? Admittedly I like flowing verse, soaring philosophy, or challenging thoughts. Merely "looking" at someone I don't know, without any context, does not allow me to make a connection with the work.
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