Thank you! And seriously, I don't think most people know that dandelions are a weed - and they shouldn't! Such a little flower, but it holds so much sweetness and so many childhood memories of blowing wishes into the wind.
Really cool line work! Like little knots in the tree. My favorite part is the recessed branches in gray shadow, which add such great dimension to the piece.
The rhythm of this piece is so natural and flowing, back and forth, such a pleasant read. Your last lines are what really did me in, though: The thought that Mother Earth is there to embrace you even in death, return you to the earth itself as part of the circle of life, is a reassuring thought, an idea that feels like a hug in itself.
Your ending comment is so sad yet so poignant, and wraps up the story well. It reminds me of the tearing down of my elementary school's wooden playground, called The Creative, several years back: It felt like the complete destruction of part of my childhood, in itself. I still think about it, often.
So many wonderful little observations, following the life cycle of this "weed" (does anyone really think like that?). To see this end with seedling wishes dancing on the wind was a sweet picture.
Sorry for making this pretty dark and sad, but NOBODY should have to experience any of these ten plagues: the descriptions I wrote about them or the real thing. If the Jewish YWP community is reading this (yay Jews!), this poem is mostly for you...and you can probably guess who else I'm thinking about, but I'm not putting that in because political statements should influence us as writers, but not be our only output. Again, terribly sorry if you read this and was like, What the heck are you doing, OverTheRainbow?
Don't worry love, I really really relate. But it gets better dont worry
AWEEE yall made my heart melt
Thank you! And seriously, I don't think most people know that dandelions are a weed - and they shouldn't! Such a little flower, but it holds so much sweetness and so many childhood memories of blowing wishes into the wind.
omg yes the entire series is amazinggg
Really cool line work! Like little knots in the tree. My favorite part is the recessed branches in gray shadow, which add such great dimension to the piece.
The rhythm of this piece is so natural and flowing, back and forth, such a pleasant read. Your last lines are what really did me in, though: The thought that Mother Earth is there to embrace you even in death, return you to the earth itself as part of the circle of life, is a reassuring thought, an idea that feels like a hug in itself.
Your ending comment is so sad yet so poignant, and wraps up the story well. It reminds me of the tearing down of my elementary school's wooden playground, called The Creative, several years back: It felt like the complete destruction of part of my childhood, in itself. I still think about it, often.
So many wonderful little observations, following the life cycle of this "weed" (does anyone really think like that?). To see this end with seedling wishes dancing on the wind was a sweet picture.
beutiful
Sorry for making this pretty dark and sad, but NOBODY should have to experience any of these ten plagues: the descriptions I wrote about them or the real thing. If the Jewish YWP community is reading this (yay Jews!), this poem is mostly for you...and you can probably guess who else I'm thinking about, but I'm not putting that in because political statements should influence us as writers, but not be our only output. Again, terribly sorry if you read this and was like, What the heck are you doing, OverTheRainbow?