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This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2005-09-04 18:59:52
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Dellena, I am fascinated by this verse. There is the hunt, the triumph, the presumed defeat, and then the resurrection of what was never dead. I have come back to it, I don’t know- five or six times- even thought of skipping it, but each time I went to the button, I had to read it again. One Evening - Great commercial grade, could be anyone’s evening, title. Makes us look for us in the poem. An opalescent moon hung in the high (Always liked opalescent – used to be overused, now it is a well placed modifier!!). seducing hearts spilling spells from the sky. – So the moon, like the ocean, seduces me. I like the vision of “spilling spells” (and the sound) – it grants that active, magical venture to the personality of the moon. Dazzle dancing stars told of a meeting… wonderful to be: fiery yet fleeting… - Here, the spell works, and the potion is potent, drawing us to the “fiery” moment. Catch it, catch it... and the rhyme is nice!! Accents. You rhyme throughout, but some are more powerful than others. Then out of nowhere, a fellow arrived his introduction noted: uncontrived. – What strikes me is you have left me in a mirage, yet in reality. I wonder after this “uncontrived” fellow, and wonder if the potion is working, or if you are working the potion. Encircling me in dancers embrace I'm aflutter dressed in lavender lace. – “Dressed in lavender lace” – lavender is a feminine draw, I haven’t known any men who “desired” the color, but they all, to a man, marveled when a woman would wear it. Almost an analogy here to the potion, or the reality of a fiery and fleeting meeting. Rhythmically weaving, we skirted the floor. – Well spelled – skirting the floor, like the lavender dress skirting, rhythmically... weaving and the night is obvious! Joyously dancing to the edge of amour. – What can one say of love, it is what it is. Hate it or love it, it is what it is, and there is no description better than “joy”. Merry swirled the night, twirling to song until warbler's chant pulled up the dawn. – Knowing the song of many warblers, some chant, others seduce, or maybe the warbler is the sound of the night, seducing till dawn... Sun's glance advanced in consideration Enthrallment thrived in highest vibration. – I guess, besides the ocean, there are few moments more powerful than sharing sunrise, after a night of romance. The renewal of eye to eye, in the early sun, does contain, an antithesis of night, with the properties of rebirth. Thinking the encounter the first and last I'll ever reminisce the evening past. – Here we find... did the moon leave us, did your paramour leave you, was it a mirage, or reality, and does it really matter, for reality is in the soul. As Cinderella's slipper was lost, then found my acquaintance proposed another round. – Here, here is the crux, and the fellow remains, and Cinderella is content with the proposal. Excellent imagery. I have enjoyed the moment, over and over. Thanks for sharing.

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