It was no first glance across the ball room floor, No movie theatrics; for those moments are caressed with music and Perfect lighting with a directors touch. Our first meeting vague and dark literally as midnight showed earth It’s nakedness. No love at first sight for I was left mesmerized by the way your hair Was obedient to your shoulders, the tiny oval shining in your eyes, Lips I imagined to be as soft as the inside of that silky smooth dress Painted unto your by those delicate fingers. For you it was just some guy You passed on the way to getting home. So you linger in my mind and pictures will always flash And one day will I regret not taking the leap? Oh how I wonder woman….
Of the group, I liked this one best. The first part of the poem is about what she wasn't, and the second part is about she was, at least through your eyes--in a pretty clever way ("Lips I imagined to be as soft..."). Turns out, you never even "met" her at all. The play on Wonder Woman and how the phrase is used at the end is delightful. The imagery here, the detail, is strong. I would try to stick with this technique and this style. Maybe it is your voice.
Of the group, I liked this one best. The first part of the poem is about what she wasn't, and the second part is about she was, at least through your eyes--in a pretty clever way ("Lips I imagined to be as soft..."). Turns out, you never even "met" her at all. The play on Wonder Woman and how the phrase is used at the end is delightful. The imagery here, the detail, is strong. I would try to stick with this technique and this style. Maybe it is your voice.
This is terrific example of another free verse (or prose). Your words paint a visual picture and elicits many thoughts to the reader, of a beautiful vision you saw and felt. Very emotive.
Once again though aligning the text to be more eye appealing may help and watch that capital letters do not appearing in the middle of your sentences.
All in all. I think it's very good... I enjoyed reading your writings. Keep up your good work
Blessings...
Anne
I am but a simple young man who just likes serenity. all i ask is honesty towards my poems. I get a good feeling when i feel like structure words properly and paint my thoughts.. and that feeling is s.. more..