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Forsaken

His days may come regret of heart
The gifts made through the years apart
His kin within his heart now found
the place his spirit dwells,

a word, a joke, a gesture made,
take back their childhood years charade,
when light adorned the mantle bright
giving truth to mortal life,

now aged of years gods peace may come,
while dreams sequent life's river runs,
within his nights such scenes parade,
Illusions trapped from life's charade .

To face his god with spirit dim,
while still a flicker burns within,
that she may call to bless his life
his kin, an angel in his night.

words unsaid
and faces vague
he waits the dawn light
cold and grayed,

now he sees them from his grave,
Forgotten Faces time will fade ,
Regret and tears mix with the day,
His stone like ice,
the truth now paid.

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wrote this a while back, just made a few modifications, still may need more.
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I enjoyed this but thought it would convey better your intent if you
break it into stanzas . I've tried this before and was happy with friend's suggestions to break such a long piece. It usually reads better..

while dreams sequent life’s river run’s
You need to drop the [ ' ] in run unless it is a contraction of has or is .

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adds flavour
to the perfume of life
both here in and thereafter
lovely thoughts......... yours..

loved

Thanks Loved

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and to me a chilling prospect. Not the concept of dying, death has no fear for me at present, unless it's a horrible, painful death or it happens in the middle of writing my best ever poem [smiles gently]

What scares me is in the old adage "there are no atheists in the trenches". I would hate to relinquish the profoundly logical idea that there is no god or afterlife through deathbed feebleness of mind, cowardice, wishful thinking or just hedging my bets. I've described what I would do if there was an afterlife in my poem "Killing God"
http://www.neopoet.com/node/killing-god

The poem paints a remarkably strong scene.

Just one line confuses me-
His stone like ice,
Isn't stone like ice just cold stone?

It occurs that I may be misreading the whole intent of the poem, please tell me if so.

cheers,
Jess
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a few typos
‘the place his sprit dwells’ (spirit)
‘now aged of years gods peace may come’ (god’s)
‘while dreams sequent lifes river runs’ (life’s)
‘Illusions trapped from lifes charade’ (life’s)
also there are a lot of ‘lifes’ in this one verse – can you think of another word to avoid repetition?

powerful use of metaphor in
‘when light adorned the mantle bright’
‘while still a flicker burns within,’

great rhythm evidences with the tetrameter and occasional trimeter
a couple I stumbled over – maybe they need a tad work, to work better iambic (which is great throughout I might add) and line length…

‘giving truth to mortal life, rhythm’ (I’d just drop the ‘rhythm’)

and I really love
‘words unsaid
and faces vague
he waits the dawn light
cold and grayed’

however ‘and faces vague’ kept bringing me back to it, as it doesn’t really make sense – I know what you mean, but it pulls me up while figuring it out, and on subsequent reads seems to be a fault – just me I stress
I think it needs clarifying
‘amidst faces vague’ is perhaps what you mean, but it totally stuffs up the meter – but you can think of something I know you can

one final little nag – you have used ‘grey’ and ‘greyed’ as end rhymes, very close to one of those 'no no repeat' rhyme – it also pulled up my read’

all that said, believe
I love it
love judy
xxx

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shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

Thanks Judy
I cant pretend to understand all of what you say, as English was my worst subject,
Imagination YES, English crap,
I have managed to adjust some of the work, and Ill keep an eye on it for further corrections,

Thanks so much for your help and encouragement Judy

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