I offer a poem for comment and critique?

Question:When time continues out of dreams
Magic may follow, but not a stone.
This is a cruel sun which seems
To change a sorcerer into a man
Divided by discordant choices.
A bent tree scarred with ancient runes
Is whispering in many voices-
Distant wolves howl at the moon.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: When time continues out of dreams
Magic may follow, but not a stone.
This is a cruel sun which seems
To change a sorcerer into a man
Divided by discordant choices.
A bent tree scarred with ancient runes
Is whispering in many voices-
Distant wolves howl at the moon.

This was mystical. I always hold my breath when I read your poem, knowing that the end will bring sweetness, and a breath of fresh air, (literally and figuratively). The music of your words strung together painted for me the picture of a grove of trees on a hillside, no stone henge, nothing but woodlands and wind and freedom and sun shining on a man who has realized that his magic did not create the world, but that the world created his magic. Finally he hears the trees whisper in their wisdom, the choice of mortality and earth, and the distant wolves howling, the feral and unstable call of magicks. Beautifully rendered, timeless as ever.

i like it. it holds mystery and understanding. it tells a story but is a short poem. It is like the contrast of itself. Very good

Enjoy the mystery you invoke!

this peom is excellent
gave me chills...

very powerful i love it. i love the sense of mystery great job!

i think we all share this feeling.

sweetness =)

What is the stone - that is the only point that catches me, but it may be to enhance the discordant choices later in the poem. It is beautiful, and truly magical.

we really are nothing compared to such things as the sun and more all we can do is be ourseles great poem

It is mysterious, as others have said, yet tells a truth at the same time. Great poem.

i really like it. it has good rythem or whatever you call it

Morganna was ever spiteful.
That was always the province of The Fey.
T'was not evil that drove her deeds,
Those standards don't apply to such as they.

Very vibrant mysterious setting! It's really good!

Pretty cool! Keep writing.

amazing

i think this poem is better... roses are red, violets are blue, your poem sucks dick, and so do you.