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The City

by Inkfarer

Blurry neon lights, barreling rain, thumping against my window pane Cars honking an aggravated rhythm, amidst the winding traffic, a late night schism Umbrellas aloft, scrapers towering high, the moon a silent sentinel, to nature awry
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Inkfarer

I'm a writer at heart, and for the last ten years, stories have been my thing. But now I'm ready to test my hand at other forms of writing, and I like to think I can go far with poetry, too, even if just to put those bottled-up feelings somewhere. I hope you enjoy!

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PersonalThemeAbstract

Concrete urban scene with personal sensory experience, minimal abstraction

SparseMeasureDense

Multiple distinct images and ideas packed into 16 lines, moderate density

DarkSentimentBright

Predominantly negative mood: aggravation, disruption, nature awry

StillEnergyExplosive

Dynamic verbs and active imagery: barreling, thumping, honking, towering

MicroLengthEpic

16 lines falls within 7-15 range, upper boundary

PlainFigurativeOrnamented

Personification and metaphor present; moon as sentinel, nature awry

LyricVoiceDramatic

Pure lyric internal voice observing personal sensory experience

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