Copious
By aoc
Mon, 12 Sep 2011
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Within the cusp of night
endless search begins its plight
erupt the wizard dew-drops
single beneath the light
Bitter leaf to come abound
with golden-cut single shroud
at last the wail of decay's call
to echo through the sprawling fall
avast acclaimed the venture's past
to run and run along the last
beloved upon a scripted veil
along to new; along to sail
cast the lodge who seeks to scramble
between the wrecked; above the ramble
to shift and shiver down below
to varnish beneath the circle's glow
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I'm sorry but this makes no
Permalink Submitted by gillymot80 on
I'm sorry but this makes no sense, not even in an abstract way. You need to think about what you're trying to say. If you're not trying to say anything specific and you want the language to carry the poem then read poets like Tom Raworth or Roy Fisher. If you're trying to evoke a sort of fantasy feel then pull back from the thesaurus and write directly. A scene can only be built when you know what scene you're trying to build. Think about the reader not just language, words, how those words sound when they're connected.
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