Poem inspired by a poem. I owed it to the Ode. |
Overview: I sat, and read your crafted word, and pondered how I was allured to climb out of my slimy pit, depressed mood; convinced. Quit! Title & Blurb: Was grabbed by fitting title, blurb; Narrative Hook: an autumn painting, leafy 'burb drew me in like carrot nosed snowman - winter's will imposed. Plot: But mist, of Myst, in fine detail inclined mine ear, as tooth and nail, she cut my fears like enemies, those vanquished foe became the keys Ode's message: of optimism, rising sun the fall of fall that has begun, it lifts, this poetry, the fallen. Rebellion's tool in whispered call and Scenery / setting: nature's gifts in declaration pushing any hesitation turning head to now behold the future changed, progression SOLD! Linking / Flow: Stanza's rhyming scheme has fostered dancing trail of leaves accosted, by the next words flowing past, passed left, right, one first, then last. Story Strengths: Myst has offered, poured o'er flowing flutes, of loving kindness going with her gentle words, shared pleasant fruit; labours effervescent Suggestions: of flavours palate none detect, a month of Sundays, fault reflect. The curse of blackness, darkness twisted clamour, aggression - the two fisted Punctuation, Spelling & Grammar: disagreement taken the idiotic, stubborn - shaken. Yonder place where poets write, where change is wrought with anvil's bite Voice: Her pen the hammer, thoughts descending phrase and sentence all depending on the reader's comprehension Mystic's vocabulary, their attention. Rating: Relax your mind to slide off edge of silence. Hurdling the hedge protecting all those ebony dogs, the snarling, sinking, quicksand bogs, Thanks: depression killed by firing squad By Lady of the Myst 's poetic jihad |