I conceived this palace constructed of
the reflection of a gleaming river moon.
The stars gazed down and descended
to watch the castles corymbs bloom
and float dance on creations solstice.
The celebrations interrupted with zealot
diplomats, marching over the east.
The bright ambassadors of morning,
continuing their divining conquest.
Their only tool, radiance, revealed
my house of gray stone and fireflies.
These bureaucracies of light
tend to remind me why
I prefer the night.







Devious Comments
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"No I'm sure the problem is with the operator, not the operating system."
Question: why is this categorised under Open? While the form isn't consistent, there is a pattern, and an enjoyable one too.
I'm not crazy about the ending couplet, though. It says too much.
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Also I agree about the ending. Do you think it should end two lines earlier or continue with an some sort of ending metaphor?
I like the poem ending on "the night", but continuing could also work.
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I don't know if lovetodeviate's comments refer to the text as it is now, or if it's since been modified, but personally I loved the ending, and how plain the 'gray house of stone' sounds in comparison.
I also loved that you used words I've never even heard of - I'm relatively well-read, but I can't say I've come across "corymbs" before... dictionary time
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It's not mess, it's curiosity...
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