One in the Same

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When you come,

I say,

"I want to fly away,

above you"

And you look and nod

and understand.
"Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are."
The bird turned, head tipped suspiciously on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
"Say 'Nevermore,' " said Shadow.
"Bite me," said the raven




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I have to say, I really like the title but I feel like it is too short. While historically a short poem has accomplished a lot (William Carlos Williams), this feels like a small fragment of a story. There are definitely some missing components here. I would suggest building around this, though. It's a good start...who is the "you?" What are the doing and why? What is their relation to one another? What are they trying to achieve?
when there's nowhere to go, it's time to grow up.




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It is a good start, but I need to know more - as it stands, this poem gives me nothing to relate to. Who are you talking to, why do you want to fly away, and how does the person understand? I don't understand, because you haven't given me enough information here. Build on this.
Matt.




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Yeah, if a poem is going to be short, it needs to be really hard-hitting to leave an impression. I think what Chevy and Matt says is right, this could be very good (not that it's not good) if it was expanded and built on a bit. Maybe dabble in a bit of imagery etc..
"Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish,
A vapour sometimes like a bear or lion,
A towered citadel, a pendant rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory,
With trees upon't that nod unto the world,And mock our eyes with air.."



"The trouble with Borrowing another mind was, you always felt out of place when you got back to your own body, and Granny was the first person ever to read the mind of a building. Now she was feeling big and gritty and full of passages. 'Are you all right?' Granny nodded, and opened her windows. She extended her east and west wings and tried to concentrate on the tiny cup held in her pillars."
— Terry Pratchett, Discworld: Equal Rites