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It’s been a time now
since our eyes last met
But it’s a sad memory
that makes my own wet
Beautiful earthy browns,
flecked with green and gold
From afar go unnoticed
up close a sight to behold
It reminds me so much
of our walks in the woods
And the many times we spent
in our peaceful neighborhoods
As the seasons change
And the leaves gain an aureate hue
I walk in the crisp wind
And I think of you
How autumn reminds me
Of the height of our loves past
Your eyes like the changing seasons, now icy
Their warm hazel gaze couldn’t last
T. M. Quadrel
since our eyes last met
But it’s a sad memory
that makes my own wet
Beautiful earthy browns,
flecked with green and gold
From afar go unnoticed
up close a sight to behold
It reminds me so much
of our walks in the woods
And the many times we spent
in our peaceful neighborhoods
As the seasons change
And the leaves gain an aureate hue
I walk in the crisp wind
And I think of you
How autumn reminds me
Of the height of our loves past
Your eyes like the changing seasons, now icy
Their warm hazel gaze couldn’t last
T. M. Quadrel
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Ths is my first poem in a long time I was looking at some old photos of me and someone who was incredibly special to me at the time but things changed and we don't talk at some point in the futire i hope we can work out oru differences and be friends but idk if it will ever happen
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Hi, I saw your post in the workshop forums and found my way here.
Now, I'm going to paraphrase something I read somewhere - though I can't remember where - "go in fear of abstractions". Actually, I think it was Ezra Pound. Abstractions are lazy, they don't provide a concrete image for the reader. The first stanza is plagued by this. What I want to know, as a reader, is what makes the memory sad, and how on earth can it be wet?
The second stanza has more imagery, although it's a bit boring. Also; if you're going to rhyme, use a fixed form. The archaic syntax is awkward and the rhyme comes across as lazy and dull.
The fourth stanza is probably the best one. It's more vivid, more alive. What with the "crisp wind" etc.
Why are you not using punctuation? I don't see using no punctation here strengthening the piece at all. It just makes it awkward to read.
When writing a poem I'd advise you to cut everything that isn't essential to the image or story you're trying to convey. I'll paraphrase Pound again, because I'm lazy: "Literature is language charged with meaning to the utmost possible degree".
Hell, I'll even post a poem of his, to show you what I mean.
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
There's not a single word here that does not need to be there. When writing a poem you need to compress. Compress I say!
Now, I'm not saying you need to write imagist poetry, like what Pound did here, but read some of his poems or maybe some of Hilda Doolittle's and see how they charge their poems with imagery.
Here's some links:
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Thank you for the read.
Now, I'm going to paraphrase something I read somewhere - though I can't remember where - "go in fear of abstractions". Actually, I think it was Ezra Pound. Abstractions are lazy, they don't provide a concrete image for the reader. The first stanza is plagued by this. What I want to know, as a reader, is what makes the memory sad, and how on earth can it be wet?
The second stanza has more imagery, although it's a bit boring. Also; if you're going to rhyme, use a fixed form. The archaic syntax is awkward and the rhyme comes across as lazy and dull.
The fourth stanza is probably the best one. It's more vivid, more alive. What with the "crisp wind" etc.
Why are you not using punctuation? I don't see using no punctation here strengthening the piece at all. It just makes it awkward to read.
When writing a poem I'd advise you to cut everything that isn't essential to the image or story you're trying to convey. I'll paraphrase Pound again, because I'm lazy: "Literature is language charged with meaning to the utmost possible degree".
Hell, I'll even post a poem of his, to show you what I mean.
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
There's not a single word here that does not need to be there. When writing a poem you need to compress. Compress I say!
Now, I'm not saying you need to write imagist poetry, like what Pound did here, but read some of his poems or maybe some of Hilda Doolittle's and see how they charge their poems with imagery.
Here's some links:
[link]
[link]
Thank you for the read.