Into the abyss

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art of separation
premeditated preparation
deception of the soul
needing to be whole

wishes wants
temptation taunts
changing feelings
senses reeling

into the abyss

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RisiaSkyeRisiaSkyeover 19 years ago
second reading of this one...

...and I still want to say this, so I must mean it:

Don't take the easy way out. End rhyme is great, if it serves your ideas. But make it work for you.

FWIW: There's something in there--I hope you keep at it.

RS

BelegonBelegonalmost 20 years ago
I see value...

in both the current and suggested format. What if the order is desired due to specifics in the subject matter?

I think a reading by the poetess would be desireable to see how she would present the inflection. I like the way the last line is set off by itself while speaking of the abyss. Almost like she is willingly moving into loneliness, the seperation from the first line.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 20 years ago
The form.......

...you have chosen makes your poem very flat, almost like a greeting card verse. Try juggling the lines, they are easily interchangable still making sense.

"art of separation

deception of the soul

premeditated preparation

needing to be whole"

Keep writing, you've got some good ideas.

:Note: I no longer use the thermometer - it means nothing.

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