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Late Night... by: eddy styx
Down the time tunnels
I often walk feeling the chains.
In the dead of a winter's night
when the cold wind moans my name.
Like a knife's frigid touch
trying to tear me apart
through layers of clothing
it seeks out my beating heart...
In this wicked reality
I walk the dank streets alone
crunching leaves beneath my feet
reminding me of drying bone.
I fear I go to meet my death
no guns or blades allowed,
just bare fists, muscle and sinew
only we two, no clamoring crowd.
Beyond my comfort zone, now
saddling me with heavy doubt,
time is continuous in itself
however my time runs out.
On I walk to embrace my fate
the night cold and crisp around me,
A man of yesterdays morals of honor
to greaten my foretold destiny!
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Comments
Seren
Tue, 2023-01-10 12:23
Dear Cat
I have no suggestions I loved this one,
only thing is Mussel the right word you want to use? or muscle?
You still got it and like a fine wine you only get better
love & hugs J xx
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Candlewitch
Tue, 2023-01-10 12:50
hello Lady Jayne,
thank you, and especially for the catch, I appreciate it! I'm glad yo liked it. I will fix it shortly.
*ever, eddy styx
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Rosewood Apothecary
Wed, 2023-01-11 06:01
All good
Language, pacing and pattern are all very good.
Down the time tunnels
I often walk feeling the chains.
In the dead of a winter's night
when the cold wind moans my name...
In this wicked reality
I walk the dank streets alone
crunching leaves beneath my feet
reminding me of drying bone.
Those two stanzas are fire.
Tim
Candlewitch
Wed, 2023-01-11 06:50
hey Tim,
I much appreciate you telling me what you like about my poem and your critiques are the finest. you do me honor.
*ever, eddy
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Dreamwarrior
Sat, 2023-01-14 13:53
Awesome stuff
Damn. This was one outstanding write my friend. I loved how the tension increased in the poem as you head towards that final meeting place. I also loved how the weather around you reflected the storm brewing inside you.
However, I do have just one small suggestion. And I hope you will not consider it too forward of me to offer advice so soon after joining.
But the suggestion I offer is just two letters long...lol.
At the very end of the last verse-
-But on I walk to embrace my fate
the night cold and crisp around me,
A man of yesterdays morals of honor
to great my foretold destiny!
I would suggest just adding en to great, to make it greaten. And this is to give the verse some actionable goal and perhaps wind it up some expected heroic finale.
Otherwise, everything else is spot-on. I really loved it.
Thanks for sharing.
Candlewitch
Sat, 2023-01-14 16:05
dear Dreamwarrior,
I think it is fantastic that you dive right in with suggestion and comment! thank you for your in depth review. It is greatly appreciated and I will take you up on your advice!
*ever, eddy styx
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Rosewood Apothecary
Sat, 2023-01-14 18:30
This one’s a keeper
Fine poet and and outgoing commentary. Ooooh.
Candlewitch
Sun, 2023-01-15 09:59
dear Tim,
I am glad you liked it!
*ever, eddy styx
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