A thousand poets could describe a thunderstorm and each write something thoroughly unique, and uniquely beautiful. I never tire of coming upon a writer's passage depicting a storm in great detail, this one included. That violent weather inspires the word "peaceful" for you brings me a smile; I often feel the same.
Reading those first lines, of that metaphorical digging of a hole to step backward in time, felt like the most plaintive moan: what a digging (you could say) image to begin a poem with. I think we all feel this way about the more carefree days of our youth sometimes, and more often than we'd like to admit. Those deep longings don't exactly leave us as we age, but they do grow softer as our memories soften. The one good thing about nostalgia (if nothing else, anyway) is that it gives us poetry like this.
Eek! I let myself get a little caught up in the headiness and fervor of this piece, I'm also trembling with excitement for summer now. I could almost hear those birds, smell those lilacs! That steady old English-teacher lesson of show, don't tell has clearly rubbed off on your writing in the best way, don't lose that!
A thousand poets could describe a thunderstorm and each write something thoroughly unique, and uniquely beautiful. I never tire of coming upon a writer's passage depicting a storm in great detail, this one included. That violent weather inspires the word "peaceful" for you brings me a smile; I often feel the same.
Reading those first lines, of that metaphorical digging of a hole to step backward in time, felt like the most plaintive moan: what a digging (you could say) image to begin a poem with. I think we all feel this way about the more carefree days of our youth sometimes, and more often than we'd like to admit. Those deep longings don't exactly leave us as we age, but they do grow softer as our memories soften. The one good thing about nostalgia (if nothing else, anyway) is that it gives us poetry like this.
Eek! I let myself get a little caught up in the headiness and fervor of this piece, I'm also trembling with excitement for summer now. I could almost hear those birds, smell those lilacs! That steady old English-teacher lesson of show, don't tell has clearly rubbed off on your writing in the best way, don't lose that!
I really like this poem, and I can totally relate! I don't like summer either, but I always end up longing for it.
Thank you
I read Heartless and its so good <3
I would recommend the Renegades series.
gahhh that's an amazing idea I would totally respond to
You're welcome
Nice - I've just gotta read the third&fourth!