On Tuesday, August 28, 2018 at 11:25:28 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> Wave
>
> We met on some shimmering June,

On does not meet on June, Donkey.*

*Unless June is a woman you were trampling underfoot at the time.

You can meet on a day in June, bot not on June itself.

> then things got very dark.

Unless the relationship went south the same day, you need to add some more filler here.
> We killed our love,
> almost killed the moon,
> but here's three hexes
> for your lover anyway.

You forgot to list the hexes.

As always, your poem is a garbled mess of nonsense.

On the plus side, while your sentences are garbled and unclear, they're technically complete for a change.

Kudos.

> Remember
> those good days,
> we had a few.
>
> Yes those days will come again,
> we can tell each other about them,
> some day.
>
> Crack street,
> where the water runs through,
> and things get very dark.
>
> Green Ringlets on my mind,
> high tide coming in,
> I threw an evil index
> in a bottle
> into it.
>
> Smoky blue horizon,
> wave crash sound.
>
> Black streamers of cloud
> over the moon,
> I'll tell you about it one day.
>
> -Will Dockery
>
> "Wave" is archived from Saint Augustine Forida 1999 at:
> http://www.angelfire.com/al2/willdockerypoems/wave.html
>
> .

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Wave
>>
>> We met on some shimmering June,

> On does not meet on June

Okay, should be "in", thanks.

>> We killed our love,
>> almost killed the moon,
>> but here's three hexes
>> for your lover anyway.

> You forgot to list the hexes.

> As always, your poem is a garbled mess of nonsense.

> On the plus side, while your sentences are garbled and unclear, they're technically complete for a change.

> Kudos.

>> Remember
>> those good days,
>> we had a few.
>>
>> Yes those days will come again,
>> we can tell each other about them,
>> some day.
>>
>> Crack street,
>> where the water runs through,
>> and things get very dark.
>>
>> Green Ringlets on my mind,
>> high tide coming in,
>> I threw an evil index
>> in a bottle
>> into it.
>>
>> Smoky blue horizon,
>> wave crash sound.
>>
>> Black streamers of cloud
>> over the moon,
>> I'll tell you about it one day.
>>
>> -Will Dockery
>>
>> "Wave" is archived from Saint Augustine Forida 1999 at:
>> http://www.angelfire.com/al2/willdockerypoems/wave.html

...

Will Dockery wrote:
>
>>> Wave
>>>
>>> We met on some shimmering June,

>>> We killed our love,
>>> almost killed the moon,
>>> but here's three hexes
>>> for your lover anyway.

>>> Remember
>>> those good days,
>>> we had a few.
>>>
>>> Yes those days will come again,
>>> we can tell each other about them,
>>> some day.
>>>
>>> Crack street,
>>> where the water runs through,
>>> and things get very dark.
>>>
>>> Green Ringlets on my mind,
>>> high tide coming in,
>>> I threw an evil index
>>> in a bottle
>>> into it.
>>>
>>> Smoky blue horizon,
>>> wave crash sound.
>>>
>>> Black streamers of cloud
>>> over the moon,
>>> I'll tell you about it one day.
>>>
>>> -Will Dockery
>>>
>>> "Wave" is archived from Saint Augustine Forida 1999 at:
>>> http://www.angelfire.com/al2/willdockerypoems/wave.html

> ...

A stone cold classic....!