She Was Born
She was born under a shadow
was born unwanted, so forlorn
Last child of the line rejected
the one they did define
She soon learned to wear the mask
and in no sunshine she could bask
Fill her cup with pain
she dines in darkness, in the rain
No cover for her head
all over she is sodden
and the road she walks
is so roughly trodden
Now, it's
courage she doth don
in preparation for her path
the journey goes ever on
Comments
While I liked the theme...
and the poem itself
I thought that the rhythm was a bit ragged.
I'm not sure if I was just reading it wrong
or there was something in the way that it was presented.
Maybe if you were to try closing it up and not presenting it
as alternating stanza and three line verse?
How about like so?:
She was born under a shadow
was born unwanted, so forlorn
Last child of the line rejected
the one they did define
She soon learned to wear the mask
and in no sunshine she could bask
Fill her cup with pain
she dines in darkness, in the rain
No cover for her head
all over she is sodden
and the road she walks
is so roughly trodden
Now, it's
courage she doth don
in preparation for her path
the journey goes ever on
Just an idea to help the reading and make it smoother.
Big hugs,~ Geez.
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thanks Gee,
it was just an experiment which failed. so I like your take on it and will employ your lines :) thank you (I must wear you out!)
*warm hugs, Cat
Not at all...
I enjoy the occasional experiment myself, and would rather someone tell me that it didn't quite work out the way I planned it, rather than give me a thumbs-up and laud me for a job, not so well done. I assume you would like the same consideration.
It wasn't all that bad, it just didn't come off as you thought it might. The idea and theme were very good. ~ Geez.
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dear Geez,
you are right...I want the unbiased truth, every time!
*hugs, Cat
Two
thumbs up! Hugs, Geez.
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thanks!
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