11-08-2014, 02:49 AM
(11-04-2014, 08:01 PM)tectak Wrote: Edit 1.01I really liked this poem! I'll definitely be back for a re-read. I think you'll nail it on Edit 1.02.
In gloss of pearl the petalled wrap keeps secrets that an innovative way to describe a flower
which the bees alone see as their own. The tulip opens wide not a huge fan of 'that which?'. I see 'alone' as superfluous and only there to maintain the meter. But if omitted, this line's meter will be left in tatters. You make the call
to winds of March, that blast and blow the bloom to doom. "The internal rhyme is strong with this one." -Yoda
Black is the flower.
Up high and rare, the soundless air carries light from suns in time. 'in time' is axiomatic. Anyone who passed 4th grade knows it takes light time to travel
No sight outlooks the gleaming globes, for space the ink of depth belies; best line in the poem imo. i too am an advocate of the inky suggestion
the years are blanked in distant robes, folded in to shaded shawls. read this line with 'and' after robes and consider that metrically
Black is the sky.
A man may stand and cry at death, when sparks of life he watches fade;
no deeper grave, no silent tomb, no prison sealed against the day
can make a soul so dark despair save for the empty sightless stare. comma after despair?
Black is blind.
tectak
2014.
coy - your friendly time traveller -
3005.
"A man with true morals behaves the same, whether starving or sated."
--Anonymous
--Anonymous

