The last line really could be 2 lines of 3 syllables, but I didn’t want to break up the thought.
Thanks for the review aroud.
Spinning,
twirling,
I draw out
my terrycloth
crusaders cape,
capture him,
small and warm
into my arms.
Trapped by
my body,
I bend low,
press my lips
to his nape.
Whisper
“I love you”
and hope
he can hear
it echo in his skin.
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This poem is so ambiguous that I think any realization of a speaker or the scene is lost. The imagery is nice, although the disconnect between the words and the speaker’s interaction are lost. Good work on the lines, “he can hear/it echo in his skin”.
im thinking about meter and line length these days. ur poem has a soft sound. the lines are short. u oscillate between 3 and 4 syllables mostly, but the last line is 6.
why?
by keeping the lines short it gives the poem a soft sound. i like the terrycloth cape comment as well.
good jon
I think I picked up on that, a mother and a child? Well written, good flow. Sweet, too, many mothers would read this and enjoy it, I’m sure.
I love it! Is the speaker a mother (or father) and the subject their child? It captures the love and care you feel so well, it is a written picture! The phrase “my terrycloth crusaders cape” makes me smile as I imagine it. The idea of your “I love you” echoing in his skin really resonates with me also. I am sure the person this poem was written for knows they are loved without a doubt. Well done!
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