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so i have a poem due tomorrow in my creative writing class. the class totally ripped my last poem apart so i am trying really hard with this one... but i can tell as of now its still crap. i am going to post what i have and am looking for some CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM meaning no d!ckheaded comments, just stuff that will seriously help me make this better. the poem does have some inspiration from the festival life and such.... you may notice some parallels.
One day in a very vibrant valley A man maybe or perhaps a simple sheep Exclaims with childish enthusiasm, “Look at all these people!” I can laugh at his ignorance, his blindness. “Hah! They are people here and now, Watch what happens when the sun is gone.”
And when the light softens and the darkness thaws A thunder of excitement is heard from all around. The simple man he was simply unaware Of this gaudy transformation which I hail as A sort of apparent werewolf effect, And as I see him stare at these crazy beasts I wonder if he could be jealous.
I am wrong he is not jealous but terrified! For he is not even a man but merely a masked child Who shows me his colors in the form of tears. He needs help and assurance that I can not give Because I myself have altered like the rest. “Do not cry, silly sheep, this is not your clock-town! Discover your own face and hands under tonight’s glow.”
The moon is at its brightest when I finally arrive To a flood of dancing from these wolves. I am met with hysterical howling in this frenzied valley While hindered in the rainbows that leak from their eyes. We dance until the moon returns the dawn. When the light reaching from over the hill’s brow reveals us, We howl once more for the night we made it through.
As I leave the valley and return to clock-town, I cover my face with a sheep mask And hide my hands in my pockets. My vision becomes weak and I see upright beings. It’s all a color impaired blur now, But is not long until I rejoin my righteous pack, Just another wax and wane.
i'm thinking right now... my biggest problem is my choppy lines and some word choice. i need suggestions. its due tomorrow at 9am.
