Night Walk

This is awesome, the words just flowed the rhythm was perfect, I can see your jungle park your words captured the beauty of this place. I dont think I have read a poem from you that I didnt like this ones wonderful its bookmarked :)

love Jayne-Chloe x

can't still believe
it's a metre long ...
you work in depth in knots
all know
but metre perhaps
is a bit too long ...

These places are the Oases of the cities and as you portray their beauty by day the night is for Gee to write of.
" Lie in wait" Would this be better in the another tense as "Lies in wait"
The poem was well written and the theme excellent,
Yours Ian.T

read my talk
I can't wait for another 10 hours so let's walk

when I walk at night

people stare and glare catches my eyes,
it's no surprise
they put me wise
where in the middle of the night
I walk alone
then allege rape
they attempt

place yourself in their hungry position
awaiting a bait all day and night
they love to fish in day
as well as night
but tis easier to catch fish
whenever one does wish…

the walk at night alone
scares me no more
the night is no more virgin
than the one who wants to give in,

so walk alongside with me
for a walk talk
then don’t say twas only a walk…
twill be unfair to both of us
now let's do some business..

this is really lovely, simple but beautifully put

A soft almost indigo light
Pervades the garden
Casting oddly velvet shadows
From trees and plants on
The moss framed cobble stones
That meander round corners
In sweeping bends
To accommodate the ferns
And hosta pitch perfect, very satisfying to read although I'll have to look up 'hosta'

Moisture pervades and adds
the scent of composting generations
Wetting the cobbles
Dripping from leaves

Ancient trees canopy and
Old damp stone walls
Protect this oasis from the--not mad about oasis, a bit old hat but its ok
Roaring traffic just meters away-'roaring also seems predictable and 'just' says nothing, i find myself editing that word out of poem after poem i write.

There is no sound here save-save is a bit old fashioned, 'poetic' language from a bygone era.
my muted footsteps
An oasis of guarded silence
In a riotously loud city- try to use images to convey feeling rather than adjectives e.g. a this city is a drunk lady screaming (just an example not a suggestion)

Common wisdom suggests-again i don't think you need to wrap up the poem with a philosophical conclusion, from here to the end is unnecessary.
Also when writing free verse it's usual not to start every line with a capital letter, but to write as you would prose.
And finally i think your good enough to ask for full on crits, it can only do you good, even if at times your ego gets a bit bruised.
in the year of the dragon
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