Welcome back to poetry ! Long overdue but worth the wait. Nicely done

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Chadywack
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Thank you! I haven't been gone from it, I just didn't post any to dA for a while.

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A blue feather floats down from above...
_{Go, stand in the sun. It is brighter than your monitor.}

People may disagree, but I find good rhyming rather tricky to do, since one has to connect sounds without losing the feeling he/she wants to convey with word choice. I think you've pulled both off quite nicely in this poem, though.

"the clouds' light-nectared sighs" and "the swell of the wing-blades' ache" are two phrases I particularly like in this. ^^

I used to find it much easier, but then, that may be because I was not as good a writer. Thank you!

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A blue feather floats down from above...
_{Go, stand in the sun. It is brighter than your monitor.}

Ow. My heart. Go ahead and rip it out and stomp on it, would you?

I've tried to put this feeling into words *so* many times and never quite gotten it. I think you nailed it perfectly I'm glad to know I'm not alone in that particular insanity

Thank you!

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A blue feather floats down from above...
_{Go, stand in the sun. It is brighter than your monitor.}

Most of the time, poetry with a rhyme has such a cliche beat and it's so forced, I want to make garbled sounds and make rather terrifying expressions. I say most of the time, because you managed to avoid this, in spite of the rhyme in this piece.

There is a rhythm here, but it is not so forced that it doesn't flow- what you have here is what every poem really needs... The ability to flow. It's hard to remember it rhymes sometimes, because of that rhythm, and the content and imagery rises above all, crafting this into a piece that is more than worth looking at.

The take off, the flight, and the landing of the poem all come together with the kind of longing that turns words into a murky reality in the minds eye; it's a beautiful poem. You did very, very well in this piece, and I really honor that you're able to rhyme without this coming off as contrived.

Impress me twice in a row, why don't you? Very well done, consider it favorited!

I'm glad you felt that way! I've repeatedly received comments about the rhythm of my rhyming poems. I think the problem with many rhyming poems is that the writer focuses too much on making it rhyme. Every part of a poem must be weighed and balanced carefully. It takes a well-stocked vocabulary and a flexible imagination to make a rhyming poem really work, I think.

If there were still jobs for poets, I believe that is what I would do all my life. Prose, I can manage; art, I struggle with. Poetry... is a lose and wild thing that must be tamed just enough to fit into an understandable form of language. And I believe I can do that.

Thank you very much for the favorite!

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A blue feather floats down from above...
_{Go, stand in the sun. It is brighter than your monitor.}

Oh, you're more than welcome!

I do believe you have a point about poetry, there. Far too many people try a little hard trying to force something into their hand, when it should be left to collect for a little while. Needless to say, you still got away with rhyming, and it's a good truth about it too, I'd say.

It would be nice if poetry stood out more as a potential job possibility. C'est la vie, I suppose, though I am sure you're not the only one wishing for such a frontier! Who knows? Maybe it will revive with great gusto in the near future, and you can throw yourself into it with reckless abandon!

I wonder, can you tell that I had some cake recently? 8D