Critical Analysis #1 |
On Passing my Youth |
Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
I see her reflection in the store window. A girl sits alone contemplating the sidewalk. Dark curles hide the curve of her cheek. The sun shimmers in her hair like fireflies on a moonless night. Her toe taps on the cement belying her calm, telling of a small turmoil, the heart beat of first love, the anguish of the search. I see the curve of her hip, the round beguile of her breast, her lips delicate as petals, her eyes bright with longing. I see her dream dancing in graceful abandon, the effortless flow of energy, the silken, slither of her youth. Have I left behind that time of bare shoulders, that time of miracles and heavy breathing? I smile at my reflection in the store window. |
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Brad Member Ascendant
since 1999-08-20
Posts 5705Jejudo, South Korea |
I think this works pretty well. I like the quiet longing -- a kind of regret that's not really there. I might try to create an undercurrent of tension (or rather add to what's already there). I wonder if 'slither' creates the effect you want. If so, I might try to echo that 'feeling' in other parts of the poem. Brad |
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donovan blue Junior Member
since 1999-09-21
Posts 26austin,tx,usa |
This poem swept me off my feet! Your words flow smoothly and clear. The whole thing is sultry and passionate. Beautiful. |
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