I'm so glad you noticed the biblical parallels! Thank you so much for leaving this nice of comment, you have no idea how much it means to me for someone to like my writing. I'm not sure yet if I'll expand on these two lol but thanks for the encouragement!
This captures the stages of emotion in winter so well: the elation of that first snowfall, the peacefulness of the silent, blanketed streets, the anticipation of both the holidays, etc., and the darker parts of the season as well -- the incapacitating storms and the drudgery of the sludge that follows that eventually "ruins the perfect canvas," as you say. I loved the imagery of the "desperate penguin huddles," too. Ahhh!
Poems about writer's block or creative constipation are a favorite subgenre of mine, because they always contradict themselves within their inherent sense of consternation: You wind up making something new out of your inability to make something new. I was laughing and nodding along to this.
Wow, this is some of the most unique frost patterning I've ever seen! I thought it was a flurry at first, not frost at all. I almost see it as a crowded airspace traffic jam of paper airplanes, or confetti!
Huge dino nugget fan. I want this taped up in my dorm room. You encapsulated its essence so beautifully. Also, the shading? Like this is amazing. Love this fun drawing.
First of all, I seriously hope you pursue writing in the future. If not a career, then joining more literary spaces and submitting to other competitions, magazines, etc... When I'm browsing through YWP, I am always drawn to your poems and writing. As a freshman in college who has been writing for years, I wish I wrote like this at your age. Your poems have a certain type of depth that is very impressive to read, along with your impeccable vocabulary and use of formatting. This personally caught my eye because of the interesting format, but the language dominates and cultivates a certain mood that feels indecipherable yet just right. I adore all of the lines, however, "a moment instead, a space, extending effortlessly / where meaning shifts, / alive" is striking. The utilization of imagery is immersive, reminding me of the whole vibe of my present and past poetry club meetings. Your potential is endless. You're doing incredible work. I hope you stay with YWP for a long time.
"And when the wounds open up, he howls at my door / And the moon wanes in sympathy in the sky above." DUDE!!! Bar for bar, this poem is beautiful. It is so striking, and the progression throughout the poem emphasizes a certain type of love for the wolves who sit outside our doors. The ending switch from wolf to dog is powerful. From primal to domestic. This is a wonderful tribute to your father. I love this. Keep up the great work!
I'm so glad you noticed the biblical parallels! Thank you so much for leaving this nice of comment, you have no idea how much it means to me for someone to like my writing. I'm not sure yet if I'll expand on these two lol but thanks for the encouragement!
Thanks so much! That's super helpful. I'll let you know how it goes :)
Thank you! :)
This captures the stages of emotion in winter so well: the elation of that first snowfall, the peacefulness of the silent, blanketed streets, the anticipation of both the holidays, etc., and the darker parts of the season as well -- the incapacitating storms and the drudgery of the sludge that follows that eventually "ruins the perfect canvas," as you say. I loved the imagery of the "desperate penguin huddles," too. Ahhh!
Poems about writer's block or creative constipation are a favorite subgenre of mine, because they always contradict themselves within their inherent sense of consternation: You wind up making something new out of your inability to make something new. I was laughing and nodding along to this.
Wow, this is some of the most unique frost patterning I've ever seen! I thought it was a flurry at first, not frost at all. I almost see it as a crowded airspace traffic jam of paper airplanes, or confetti!
Huge dino nugget fan. I want this taped up in my dorm room. You encapsulated its essence so beautifully. Also, the shading? Like this is amazing. Love this fun drawing.
As a Chowder fan, I appreciate the subtle reference. Great take on this challenge!
First of all, I seriously hope you pursue writing in the future. If not a career, then joining more literary spaces and submitting to other competitions, magazines, etc... When I'm browsing through YWP, I am always drawn to your poems and writing. As a freshman in college who has been writing for years, I wish I wrote like this at your age. Your poems have a certain type of depth that is very impressive to read, along with your impeccable vocabulary and use of formatting. This personally caught my eye because of the interesting format, but the language dominates and cultivates a certain mood that feels indecipherable yet just right. I adore all of the lines, however, "a moment instead, a space, extending effortlessly / where meaning shifts, / alive" is striking. The utilization of imagery is immersive, reminding me of the whole vibe of my present and past poetry club meetings. Your potential is endless. You're doing incredible work. I hope you stay with YWP for a long time.
"And when the wounds open up, he howls at my door / And the moon wanes in sympathy in the sky above." DUDE!!! Bar for bar, this poem is beautiful. It is so striking, and the progression throughout the poem emphasizes a certain type of love for the wolves who sit outside our doors. The ending switch from wolf to dog is powerful. From primal to domestic. This is a wonderful tribute to your father. I love this. Keep up the great work!