04-02-2018, 12:35 AM
Hi yimbus, couple comments below
Best, Alex
(03-25-2018, 05:03 AM)yimbus Wrote: Drawing back,Lots of parts were pretty vague for me in this piece.
relaxed I'd bring this line up to merge with the one above.
where croaks echo back.
Soft dew curdles in the sun, Not sure if dew "curdles", even in the context of the ongoing metaphor in this stanza.
firm skin boils the droplets
of water exposed to mud,
washed away by singing rain Wind sings if we really wanted to try, but it howls more than anything. I don't know about rain.
felt not as pain
but gentle scraping,
gnawing on The rain seems to be described as doing two separate things: gently scraping (which makes me thinks of claws but doesn't sound painful bc you said it isn't) and gnawing (which makes me think of a mouth and sounds painful). Which is it? I'd go with the latter if you want to follow through with the "infant plant warriors" metaphor.
the bark which shields
infant plant warriors
from dastardly breezes.
The sky,
neatly tucked above
in folds of white I like these two lines
turning violent gray
before it closes
so hazy in the day. I'd omit "so"
Fall back to bed,
the dream has ended.
The storm has passed
and is now beginning. I'm not following this storm metaphor.
Living life at night,
in the eye of the storm. "eye of the storm" sounds cliche
Best, Alex

