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Desert

Desert that cracks,
dries in the sun.
Desert that has no water
to make it one.
 
A land barren,
a land living.
Never knowing,
which comes first.
 
Desert that sings,
a soft tune.
Desert like me,
slowly dying, soon.

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Word

18 years 11 months ago

Thanks for the read

I liked the similes, personification and devices you used. Yet the structure seemed a bit off. Your fist stanze, last line, makes no sense to me...I'm not sure what you meant by "one" Did you mean to make it water? The first and secon stanza doesn't coincide with the first and last.You should switch the second and last stanza and add another stanza to elaborate on the thought presented in the second stanza. Good start Thanks for the read
weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 11 months ago

Desert that sings a soft tune

is a really beautiful, evocative line. And the rest of the poem has meaning beyond its apparent simplicity, a quality I very much admire in poetry, perhaps a necesssity. But don't go the Sylvia Plath path. You are not dying (even if you are) because you are creating. It's much easier to write depressing poetry than living poetry and that is the challenge. cheers