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Post by Muni on Jul 13, 2008 13:07:36 GMT
Poem written from a sonnet
Beau-full reach to sky With arms off, love--heart Encase worldly art. Awe us – show her cry. She cries: we spoilt dreams She dreamt of pass not screams. Trees up there cry us To leave sins. Let us To cape a hero. Lies we made--mistakes Tool our fall, we woe. Trees so pure can’t take What we do to this world, our world of pain. The trees cry for us, with green leaves in vain I think I'll explain this a little. This piece is about us, and trees. The trees cry for us as we commit sin. Also "She dreamt of pass not screams." refers to war. Trees are so free, and grow almost anywhere, in this piece they believe that we should also be free "pass" how we want without the need of "screams". This piece was written from the iambic pentameter from a sonnet. (Click)
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Post by over the rainbow on Jul 25, 2008 21:21:25 GMT
This is unusual, It took me a couple of reads to fully get it, your authors notes didn't help too much I like it, I think it's more complicated than your normal pieces, it makes the reader think, I like the iambic pent aswell, I think that added to it, although I think the double hyphens complicate it a little, but I like it, I think it's interesting loves. ♥
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