In The Graves Comments

Beneath a leafless tree... I stand under its many feet Like I've died a thousand deaths When the truth is I've only died once. A dark maroon cat slips its way across The path. It only stops once to analyse The new corpse staring catiously at It's alert yet unalarmed eyes. These were my favourite parts. The darkness, the sorrow, that flows through this poem is so...beautiful! I love the way you descriptive language in all your poems. I also love the fact that you were in a graveyard. Being able to take any experience you've had and make it into a poem is something I deeply respect, and since you can do it, kudos to you!

I like your perspective when you write. This is the part that caught my breath: From over the neatly-trimmed hedge of a house A dark maroon cat slips its way across The path. It only stops once to analyse The new corpse staring catiously at It's alert yet unalarmed eyes. From then on I was hooked! Your beautiful descriptions of something dark are captivating. yawning like a child who is bored from too many bedtime stories, searching for a body with blood and moving hands, genius!