The omnipresent mythical being that lurks at the end of the path each and every one of us walk down. He's a stranger, but as an observer he knows us all too well...and he's patient. Waiting, waiting, waiting until the wheat is ripe for harvesting.
The tone of this poem is current throughout and the pace doesn't change. The title does a lot to depict what this poem is about (good poems for me have a title that explains the poem to an extent). It rhymes, it gives imagery and it ends. The ending however is different from the rest of the poem in tone as it wraps things up nicely, it takes a different turn. The climax has been reached and I assume her name has been called--yet as the reaper has shown himself he does not identify himself...though I suspect they must know. I like it.
The omnipresent mythical being that lurks at the end of the path each and every one of us walk down. He's a stranger, but as an observer he knows us all too well...and he's patient. Waiting, waiting, waiting until the wheat is ripe for harvesting.
The tone of this poem is current throughout and the pace doesn't change. The title does a lot to depict what this poem is about (good poems for me have a title that explains the poem to an extent). It rhymes, it gives imagery and it ends. The ending however is different from the rest of the poem in tone as it wraps things up nicely, it takes a different turn. The climax has been reached and I assume her name has been called--yet as the reaper has shown himself he does not identify himself...though I suspect they must know. I like it.
I've written poetry on and off my whole life, and i'm trying to get back into a more constant writing habit. I know it's far from good, but that's why i'm counting on other users to give me some feedb.. more..