Rula
Rula
Dec 04, 2014
This poem is part of the workshop:

"The Right Word"

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(Stan's Word WS) (Alteration of Frost's Good Hours)

I had not for this winter evening walk
my just passed friend with whom to talk.
Along I had the trees in a row
whispering playful sounds had come slow.

Then I summoned the memories within,
They played the sound of a violin.
The glimpse of the past interlaced.
and youthful forms were easily traced.

I had the pleasing laughter bound.
It evoked in me a sound so loud.
and though alone I headed home back
I wouldn't let his star dim-go black.

Over and over those memories would feed.
Never would pass, but with I'd proceed.
Unlike the profanation,of your leave
at ten o'clock on a winter eve.

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S

You Have changed the mood of this poem but you did so by changing far too many words. Remember the instructions called for changing no more than 2 words per line. I know this is difficult but this shop is dealing with making maximum impact by judicious use of a few words here and there. But do not change this yet. Await others' commentary first.............stan

Rula

Rula

10 years 4 months ago

Yes, I have exceeded the no. of the words that I'm suggested to, I thought you were saying we can change two lines.
Your example clarifies it.
Thank you.