Broken Promises

While the wind turns pages of rain
she sits by the fire in a cozy nook
reading someone else's sorrow and pain
turning pages of a luring book
feeling agony of the slain,
but somehow detached
taking a faraway look
separated by a pane
made not of glass,
but promises mistook

RE: Broken Promises
I very much enjoyed reading your poem. You incorporated an interesting rhyme scheme, and I liked how you used the words "pain" and "pane." You may want to go back and check your poem to see if there are other places that need a comma. Good job.
Priscilla
hmmm
I'm glad you enjoyed it. In terms of punctuation, I'm torn over whether or not I should put it after what might be a sentence. I mean, putting too many commas in a poem is not good, and I hate putting periods in, so....
~Drummergirl
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