THIS IS NOT MY IMAGE
If you like it please go compliment the artist, ~akhrod
The image can be found at [link]
It was one of the first images in this contest that really struck me, and it's a beautiful piece of artwork.
This submission is, obviously, for the writing portion. This poem has had a good deal of editing, but I could always use some more critique!
Thanks ^_^
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Cling to me firefly.
I was painted pink in your tuliped night,
slept on sturdy stalks
of pillowed green
while the sky swirled rain and cloudy sunset.
I was never a buttercup
glinting off some childish chin.
but firefly, I soared on pollen swept breezes
and flickered in the phosphorescent night.
Cling to me firefly.
The grass is greener in the dew-
dropped night,
and I am not so human.
Another great one. This is more subtle, but I love the whispering seduction of the poem, with a voice that is understated but supremely bold and confident. That the clincher of the speaker's wooing is "I am not so human" is hiliarious and enticing at the same time. The relationship to "aquifer" is obvious, but this poem is, I think, more assured of itself and more brazen, which = more goodness.
Two little things. First, the speaker's "pitch" thrives on differentiation and experience instead of classic beauty. In that vein, "painted pink in your tuliped night" doesn't really work for me because some tulips are pink, so this doesn't really mean much, and in terms of color symbolism pink is a color of naivete and inexperience. Second, "The grass is greener in the dew- / dropped night" doesn't work for me, because you've already invoked green in the first stanza, "grass is greener" is one of those phrases it would be hard to sell in any poem, and following with "dew-dropped night" requires that enjambed line break for rhythm and, thus, for a fairly useless line ("dropped night"). This poem is so tight otherwise, and ends so well, this just stands out to me as fairly weak.
I could read this over and over again for days. And, since I'm faving it, I probably will. You're beating the shit out of this contest, and you're making the rest of us look bad.
You don't have to stop, mind you. I was just making sure you knew.
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"It's like the first time you tasted celery, you are speechless, even humiliated."
i think that this poem has a nice sound.
it got a strange rythm, but i'm not good at poetry (nor at english..) so i'm probably missing lot of this poem.
nice to see that my work is inspiring for someone
i have to agree with ~sumants you write with such elegant style, nice presentation of natural imagery, and the flow was rather soft and organic too, a nicely structured piece
oh my god that is beautiful... much to be amazed you have awesome writting skills! i hope you win!
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"if wishes were grapes, i would stomp on your wishes. then after some fermentaion i would drink your wishes, and possibly throw them back up!" ~a hallmark card
Devious Comments
Two little things. First, the speaker's "pitch" thrives on differentiation and experience instead of classic beauty. In that vein, "painted pink in your tuliped night" doesn't really work for me because some tulips are pink, so this doesn't really mean much, and in terms of color symbolism pink is a color of naivete and inexperience. Second, "The grass is greener in the dew- / dropped night" doesn't work for me, because you've already invoked green in the first stanza, "grass is greener" is one of those phrases it would be hard to sell in any poem, and following with "dew-dropped night" requires that enjambed line break for rhythm and, thus, for a fairly useless line ("dropped night"). This poem is so tight otherwise, and ends so well, this just stands out to me as fairly weak.
I could read this over and over again for days. And, since I'm faving it, I probably will. You're beating the shit out of this contest, and you're making the rest of us look bad.
You don't have to stop, mind you. I was just making sure you knew.
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"It's like the first time you tasted celery, you are speechless, even humiliated."
-Aki Riihilahti
it got a strange rythm, but i'm not good at poetry (nor at english..) so i'm probably missing lot of this poem.
nice to see that my work is inspiring for someone
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Buh.
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**art requires an open mind**
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htiaf fo lasrever eht
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Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
~ Samuel Beckett ~
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"if wishes were grapes, i would stomp on your wishes. then after some fermentaion i would drink your wishes, and possibly throw them back up!" ~a hallmark card
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