Ode to the Owed.

Overview:
I sat, and read your crafted word,
and pondered how I was allured
to climb out of my slimy pit,
depressed mood; convinced. Quit!

Title & Blurb:
Was grabbed by fitting title, blurb;

Narrative Hook:
an autumn painting, leafy 'burb
drew me in like carrot nosed
snowman - winter's will imposed.

Plot:
But mist, of Myst, in fine detail
inclined mine ear, as tooth and nail,
she cut my fears like enemies,
those vanquished foe became the keys

Ode's message:
of optimism, rising sun
the fall of fall that has begun,
it lifts, this poetry, the fallen.
Rebellion's tool in whispered call and

Scenery / setting:
nature's gifts in declaration
pushing any hesitation
turning head to now behold
the future changed, progression SOLD!

Linking / Flow:
Stanza's rhyming scheme has fostered
dancing trail of leaves accosted,
by the next words flowing past,
passed left, right, one first, then last.

Story Strengths:
Myst has offered, poured o'er flowing
flutes, of loving kindness going
with her gentle words, shared pleasant
fruit; labours effervescent

Suggestions:
of flavours palate none detect,
a month of Sundays, fault reflect.
The curse of blackness, darkness twisted
clamour, aggression - the two fisted

Punctuation, Spelling & Grammar:
disagreement taken
the idiotic, stubborn - shaken.
Yonder place where poets write,
where change is wrought with anvil's bite

Voice:
Her pen the hammer, thoughts descending
phrase and sentence all depending
on the reader's comprehension
Mystic's vocabulary, their attention.

Rating:
Relax your mind to slide off edge
of silence. Hurdling the hedge
protecting all those ebony dogs,
the snarling, sinking, quicksand bogs,

Thanks:
depression killed by firing squad
By Lady of the Myst 's poetic jihad