The Scarecrow

I just want to help if I can to get you started. You are a good poet and you should post many more. If you like this edit, it's still the same poem, you can copy and paste this on edit. Dancing scarecrow in the dark. Prancing, dancing to a beat of a heart. Deep in the forest down below, hides a child with no where to go. Lost in a world all fallen apart, awakened from the sound, of the Scarecrows heart. Sharpen eyes watch and wait, till the time's at hand to seal their fate. Heart filled emptiness black as coal. The scarecrow waits until hells bell toll. Sadness overwhelms their meaningless lives. He lay there crying, no one to help. Louder and louder, the drums start beating. Soon oh soon, the scarecrow thus feasting. Somewhere in the distance, you can hear them screaming; “Oh god I wish I was dreaming”. As voice filled screams, filled a hollow ear, this is the time his meanings are clear Rising up from their graves, the children are weeping. The laughter begins, as the scarecrow starts reaping. Filling his basket, with every soul, the dead were his, and in his control. Dancing and laughing as he collects, discarding those, the ones he rejects. As the shadow fell and the earth stood still, the scarecrow received his joyous meal. Rosina xena465

Well that was nice to do for Wayne, But you can give a man a fish, and he will eat for a day. Or teach him to fish and he will eat for life. Here we are refering to the poemsubmitter. Always do your edits in the same place. I suggest Notepad or word. Than copy and paste in to the poem submitter before entering. If you make any corrections on lines or hit return you will find that the format for word, notepad and the submitter are wrong. So the only way to avoid funny spacing and off alignment is to do it all in one place. I do correct in the submitter, but I don't hit return or mess with spacing I put in. It's tricky. Good luck, and it will all work out fine every one has to get used to it. Any ?s just let me, or most anyone know. As for your poem. I liked it alot. Demented Scarecrom. I like how it is a story and laid out well enough to follow. Best lines, Sharpen eyes watch and wait Till the time is at hand to seal their fate Heart filled emptiness black as coal; The scarecrow waits until hells bell toll Lines I thought could use a little work, Rising up from their graves, The children start weeping The laughter begins As the scarecrow starts reaping Could I suggest for clarification and flow that you go with, Rising up from their graves, dirty children set to weeping his manic laughter begins as the Scarcrow starts reaping. Just a thought of thinking, or a avenue to inspire something else. Good poem Wayne. Julie D.D.

You dig deep to find them. It was great to chat and gain insight to your writing. Much appreciated, Mark Resilient Flexibility RUN; when there seems to be no answer common sense will not speak, so run - -go running..