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?
Ahh! Your examples of Earth's beauty are so descriptive and sweeping, they really do evoke the qualities of each landscape you mention. It's impossible not to have an emotional response to that, to the thought of the destruction of our world and its diversity. I think the way you presented your plea for the necessary survival of our home was a particularly intelligent one.
There is so much love expressed in this poem, it must have felt cathartic to write (in the best way). I think your commitment to your Friend is commendable and sweet, and though he may not be able to speak to tell you this himself, I would assume he feels very lucky to have you.
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?
It is!
Its at Antelope Canyon in Page, Arizona
Thank you so much! I hope we can all learn to appreciate our earth more.
No title could be more fitting... wow wow wow. Wherever this is, I think I'd like to add it to my bucket list. What a sight to behold.
Ahh! Your examples of Earth's beauty are so descriptive and sweeping, they really do evoke the qualities of each landscape you mention. It's impossible not to have an emotional response to that, to the thought of the destruction of our world and its diversity. I think the way you presented your plea for the necessary survival of our home was a particularly intelligent one.
There is so much love expressed in this poem, it must have felt cathartic to write (in the best way). I think your commitment to your Friend is commendable and sweet, and though he may not be able to speak to tell you this himself, I would assume he feels very lucky to have you.