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found poem

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Broad_For_Hire, Jul 7, 2005.

  1. Broad_For_Hire

    Broad_For_Hire Member

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    green glass growing
    too cold
    for years it laid beside me
    in the rain and snow
    flooded out my gravel lawns
    and drowned me
    dozing half content

    seas of whiskey
    blissful silence without movement
    frozen beneath the label
    it was factory made
    just like my shoes
    and they both travel at my breast
    in hopes to find a place
    to rest
    without a spot of shining sun
    to let me know im still alive
     
  2. CrashSymphony

    CrashSymphony Member

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    I liked this poem a lot. It might just be me being biased for the bitter poems. The only one problem with this poem was the lines,

    "flooded out my gravel lawns
    and drowned me
    dozing half content"

    Most of the poem flows except this part. It sounds choppy here, and really, it's not very elegant to read. "Drowned me, dozing half content," that doesn't sound good. It's not nice to here, and it's clumbsy sounding. If you fix this part then it would make the poem a lot better, mainly because this is the end of the first stanza, and by it coming out better, it would make a smoother transition into the second half of the poem.

    I liked this poem a lot though, and thinking of a sea of whiskey made me smile. That was a beautiful line, and this was a great poem.
     
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