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Alexander's Clover
a loss truly felt
Whose rings weren’t made of gold
Whose brain was covered in sod
You never heard a word of it
I knew a place
To gather glimpses of soul
I listened again and again
But let go before I ever caught hold
Brain sod
His absence was loud but
much less than doubt
Style / type:
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity):
I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Review Request (Direction):
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
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Content level:
Not Explicit Content
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Comments
RoseBlack
Fri, 2022-11-04 18:04
Intense
Another write about grief, this seems to be a significant loss, one whose absence was felt deeply. I like the reference to brain sod as a way of depicting his death/burial. Well done.
~RoseBlack~
leoferaco
Thu, 2022-11-10 00:01
Thank you I appreciate your
Thank you I appreciate your feedback and analysis !
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