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warm nights open
themselves at my feet,
and beat an even rhythm
in the floorboards, the fireflies.

on these days
we converse entirely in motion --
waking, walking,
wordless.

useless in the face of fear and
possessed of a secret desperation, we await
the arrival of the Good Life.
©2007-2009 ~alyryianis
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:iconcaptainkickass:
Wonderful ^^ The Award paid off hahahahaha

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:iconalyryianis:
hahaha, thanks : )

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:iconangelfairypixie:
Wow....that's so good...love the imagery...absolutley beautiful!

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:iconjonzoiplu:
this is something lovely. (:


can i give you a mini-critique? (mostly on form)

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let's go play on a baggage carousel
:iconalyryianis:
please do. the form is certainly lacking, and i haven't a clue what to do with it.

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:iconalyryianis:
thank you :)

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:iconjonzoiplu:
you're always so pleasant in accepting advice. :) it makes me feel like i almost know what i'm doing (which i don't ;p), but let's get on with the show.

warm nights open
themselves at my feet,
and beat an even rhythm
in the floorboards, the fireflies.


i think this works visually, climaxing at your title name, and doesn't sacrifice your lovely wording. and the internal sonics of feet/beat, and floorboards/fireflies is <3.

on these days we converse
entirely in motion --
waking, walking,
wordless.


a small recession in visuals, and again, hoorah to assonance. i believe this allows a general pattern of climaxing/receding/climaxing in terms of visuals and content.

useless in the face of fear,
possessed of a secret
desperation, we await

the arrival of the Good Life.


i think a little rearrangement of these 'good life' and 'desperation' chunks allows the poem to end climaxing as opposed to an elaboration, giving it more of a relative punch (and minor line breaks give a little pinch of enjambment). i'm undecided as to the capitalization of the Good Life, and whether the isolation of the last line could satisfy as an exchange, but it's really a moot point.

so, all in all, i hope this helps. (:

cheers.

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let's go play on a baggage carousel
:iconalyryianis:
i'm not so sure about the separation of "the arrival of the Good Life". i'm afraid it might over-emphasize the whole idea, since we have caps already, but i think the re-arrangement idea is a good one.

it does help, tremendously! thank you kindly. : )

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Stop bitching, start a revolution.
:iconazizriandaoxrak:
so lovely ^^
we must find a date for star wars and rearranging tshirts

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But for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one.
~V for Vendetta

There is a darkness deep in you, a frightening magic i cling to... ~Snow Patrol

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