even in his most
glorious fits of rage
he was as gentle
as a breeze
tranquil as a
hurricane tossing
the sea with waves
of insanity
the mad glint in
his eye mirrored
my own
the anger and
hate in his heart
was exquisite,
sublime
and he was mine,
every delectable
inch as chaotic as
the final scream,
the last breath
of a madman
Please tell me what you think
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Very nicely done. In my mind's eye it looks as though the hurricane is in slow motion, so that you can really appreciate it's beauty. I like the image of a 'gentle rage', the two words are almost opposite but this first stanza really sets the tone of the whole poem, and whilst one has the image of rage and hurricanes and madness it is all read slowly so that these pictures seem serene as though, and as I have already suggested, as though they are in slow motion. Good work xXx
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Beautifully done!!!
Great use of imagery & metaphor wrapped in a compelling narrative that made for a captivating read...
Keep up the good work...
Well done!!!
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