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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 13, 2011 2:31:57 GMT -6
Wild blows the wind while the darkness burns In the deepest winter when the moonlight turns As the snow falls down on the burdened trees In the secret places that no one sees
The shades that gather are just whispered form As the world is waiting for the coming morn' Though the windows rattle or the door might creak Just close your eyes and go to sleep
The things that might be, are running late The things you fear will have to wait For now it's time for gentle dreams You know that nothing's as it seems
Long shadows grow and cast their dread But the sun will rise leaving shadows dead Never mind those mysteries If they're important then we shall see
Lay down your head, all the rest will wait The morning comes with it's new slate so sleep a time while the planet turns And the wild wind blows as the darkness burns
Copyright Jan 28, 2011 by Timothy Emil Birch
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Post by diannet on Mar 13, 2011 20:33:16 GMT -6
I really like this, it has a nice rhythm, it also has that romanticism feel like Shelley which I love. Only... I felt two lines should be revisited to see if you could come up with something with a little more punch or interest... "nothing's as it seems" felt a bit predictable and "If they're important we shall see" didn't seem right??? The first 3 lines in that third stanza are so good and leading somewhere and I think you may have rushed it a tad. I hope I haven't been over critical as I really do like this!
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 13, 2011 23:44:04 GMT -6
Fear not ;D it was not too critical - actually, it's hard to be too critical with me since as long as a person is speaking from the heart, I accept it - not to say I agree, that depends - but I accept the opinion. I might see if I can improve one of those lines, the other I like as it is
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