Hangman's Creek

The rhyme carries it in a rather calm, rhythmic meter. The tale of it I would have called sad and dark without the theme prompts, but it does close with that kind of hope of something more than this troubled beautiful life. It's nicely proportional, has sensitivity, gravitas, economy, flow. If I were to suggest anything, a bit of imbued milieu for scene building is effective to set the tone and create a mind's eye image. Toads burping on a wet lily, floating in the reflection of rippling moonlight etc. Great write!

Thank you very much for your insight. That is a very good idea. I may have to rewrite this one if my mind will let me. May I ask what gravitas is? As well as imbued milieu? I am not yet familiar with the poetry terms. I'm also not familiar with any poets accept poe. I just started writing in October so im still new to this world. Thank you again. I am happy it touched you in some way!

I probably don't use those terms exactly correctly, but gravitas is a kind of depth like a serious presence, sobering. Imbued milieu is a combination term I often use. Milieu in like fiction or playwrighting is the setting of the scene, in poetry, when you describe the scene, or in anything really, the emotional intention of the writing emanates from the way you describe it. My favorite writers here and elsewhere will often do some monologue and dialogue and describe the scene around the action and it all comes to life before the mind's eye and causes resonant human feeling to arise. I sometimes say I love best when I write something where I expose my vulnerable feelings so that my voice becomes the readers or listeners voice when they experience it, we meet in a place of shared humanity 💖🙏

I think you have wonderful presence in your writing and that is so vital. I hope you continue to enjoy expressing yourself through this medium or any that feels right to you.

Ok thank you for the explanation!that makes more sense. I do enjoy each piece after i have written it. When i can step back and see the finished product.  
I never plan my poems. I do not sit down and think of things to write, they usually happen out of no where. This one for instance happened while i was folding laundry abd talking to my sweet cat. I do not stop either once it starts i keep going till i feel I have nothing left to say. Sometimes it feels lile someone else takes hold of my mind, like someone else writing through me. I've never written poetry accept untill now. I do not know why or how to explain it to myself. But its now a relaxing past time for me and i carry a notebook for new inspiration or for lines i come up with while im out. I thank you and others here for encouragement and insight to this wonderful world of brushless art.

I love the concept of brushless art, writing is very much like that for me too. I don't focus on it at all, some feeling comes over me, some words arise and it goes from there. Sometimes I have to rush to put it down somewhere, on something, send someone a random text to keep it from getting lost.

That's about how i feel as well.

I slowly thought about what I could add. Not much. I didn't want to take away from the story itself.

Something perhaps to keep under the hat for works down the road no worries. I just had an idea to start something new.