I rise swiftly into the atmosphere surrounded by wisps and wind. Mother Nature's artistry captures me: all she has covered 'neath her home made multi-colored afghan.
Pastel water colors captivate-- Puddles of cinnamon, canary and chartreuse slipped between cotton suspended; enticing, a slice of life below. Draws me toward fluffed cyan and ash grey, pillows pluck precipitation peacefully while lending shade for brief relief.
Edging near my ear picks up is that an angel's choir? No..
Maybe raindrops collecting?
Maybe wrong, there is no song,
yet I hear the clouds' mysteries
As bravery overtakes me, urge to investigate aural perplexities. I dip and dive through crowds of clouds straining, hoping for a symphony. Odd, its voices catching in light zephyr's wind old piano plunks a tune lightens mood of memories.
Those ghostly whispers, a melody of used-to-be surrounds me. Mesmerized, I find a place with time to waste, immersed in moisture's brilliancy.
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Your imagery is very well-crafted. Your word choice went beyond simply describing what you wanted to convey -- the words themselves held a particular style, origin, and essence that perfectly captured that whimsical nostalgia that pervades the poem.
My only constructive criticism would be, in light of your sophisticated attention to diction, to pay even closer attention to your register. You used some very latinate words in odd places that jarred my attention as I read (ex: atmosphere, precipitation, investigate, perplexity). The words certainly worked to convey your thoughts, but they worked against your tone. They're too lengthy and academic and feel out of place in the oneiric pastoral that you've created. Substituting them with more natural or soft words would make the poem flow much better.
Your imagery is very well-crafted. Your word choice went beyond simply describing what you wanted to convey -- the words themselves held a particular style, origin, and essence that perfectly captured that whimsical nostalgia that pervades the poem.
My only constructive criticism would be, in light of your sophisticated attention to diction, to pay even closer attention to your register. You used some very latinate words in odd places that jarred my attention as I read (ex: atmosphere, precipitation, investigate, perplexity). The words certainly worked to convey your thoughts, but they worked against your tone. They're too lengthy and academic and feel out of place in the oneiric pastoral that you've created. Substituting them with more natural or soft words would make the poem flow much better.
Started to write basic poetry in my teens, now with "real" poets I am honing my craft. My poems found here are already on my AllPoetry site. Same name, as here. My muse is love, be it love of nature t.. more..