These Days Poem by Casper Fields

These Days

Rating: 4.5


These days, the sky suffers from mood swings.
These days, nothing escapes the eyes and
everything flees before the mind;
none is spared.
These days, every other knave is a poet.
These days, Monday's an overzealous colleague.
These days, the clock's elephantine feet.
These days.
This day.
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roseann Shawiak 03 December 2015

Enjoyed this poem, liked the imagery and idea of it. Repetition of these days distracted me though. Maybe try to blend the thoughts like: These days, the sky suffers from mood swings, nothing escapes it's sight as everything flees before the mind and none is spared. Or something similar that fits your mind set. Really liked it's rhythms and meaning. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

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