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Cemetery

Cemetery

A Poem by Bat-Becca
"

I don't actually spend time in cemeteries, but I can imagine that this is what it would be like.

"
The aura of misery
Lies suspended in the air,
Breezes sigh quietly
Barely stirring the dead leaves,
Not strong enough to sway
The sturdy, bare trees.
The sky is black as ink,
Illuminated only by
The waning moon.
Reminders of the dead
Spring up in forms of stone,
Cold to the touch,
Stealing warmth from
Mourning fingers.
Silence covers all.

© 2012 Bat-Becca


Author's Note

Bat-Becca
I feel like the line breaks are kinda weird, opinions?

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I love the imagery, but I think it could be expanded on more. It does break in weird places like
"Stealing warmth from,
Mourning fingers."

I think it would be better as one line. Same goes for the other places where the breaks just don't seem to fit. I love the concept of the poem though.


Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Bat-Becca

8 Years Ago

Yeah, I thought so. Thanks for the review :)



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Very interesting imagery, I love that. I agree with the line breaks thing - you might want to make some a bit longer so it doesn't sound so choppy. But if that's what you were going for, then by all means, leave it as it is.

Posted 8 Years Ago


I love the imagery, but I think it could be expanded on more. It does break in weird places like
"Stealing warmth from,
Mourning fingers."

I think it would be better as one line. Same goes for the other places where the breaks just don't seem to fit. I love the concept of the poem though.


Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Bat-Becca

8 Years Ago

Yeah, I thought so. Thanks for the review :)

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