Morning Song

by Unrequited   Aug 25, 2008


He chirps
at my window,
raw soul
and
hard eyes
evident
as he blazes

in morning sun.
My bones
rustle
under skin
to
wake in
violent noise,
colored

in golden armor-

My feathers
are
now ruffled
(as are his),
for it is
far
too early.

Still,
I am grateful
to hear such
joy,
to be
honored
with his song.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Poet Keen

    Congratulations

  • 16 years ago

    by ForeverASickKid

    Amazing job! im speechless! :)

  • 16 years ago

    by Cindy

    What a beautiful poem. Great imagery and word choices.
    Excellent job!
    Take careCindy

  • 16 years ago

    by Weeping Wolf

    Oh yayy! You won the weekly contest, very good, it is a wonderful nature poem! i always wondered how to win one time...

  • 16 years ago

    by Rachel RTVW

    ^He chirps
    at my window,
    raw soul
    and - the and is unnecessary.....
    hard eyes are - the are is unnecessary.....
    evident
    as he blazes

    in morning sun.
    My bones
    rustle
    under skin
    to
    wake in
    violent noise,
    colored

    in golden armor-

    My feathers
    are
    now ruffled
    (as are his),
    for it is
    far
    too early.

    Still,
    I am grateful
    to hear such
    joy,
    to be
    honored
    with his song. ^

    Rather than do each line, I will tell you that they are line fragments and the structure of this piece is unsightly. You need to put it together as stanzas as opposed to broken up and fragmented sentences. I see what you were trying to depict in the piece and you could make it much better by editing the structure and removing unnecessary filler words. Try to make the most of each word. be a little more creative and descriptive.

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