Tranquil,
Wispy clouds making an
Intense sight that
‘Luminates and compliments this
Incomprehensible and
Gorgeously
Harmonious moment in
Time
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- “Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or a stick. Man forgets the wisdom of the child.” - Jack Kerouac (1922 - 1969)
4 comments:
Kylie, after I read your poem I took your words and applied them to twilight. Your poem had really good imagery, even though you didn't describe the scene par say, you described it to be one of the most wonderful things in the world. After I read this poem, I felt tranquil and happy, and the way you described it made me feel that way. Your poem actually reminded me of one of the poems of my anthology, by Sia, the title eludes me. But I really enjoyed reading it. Good job!
I had to read this poem a couple times before I actually figured out what you were writing about, because the description distracted me from the object of the poem. (maybe its just the way I read poems, I don't know. HA.) This poem was quite cool, and reminded me of the times when I used to lay in the grass for an hour or so just watching cluds go by, and the sky changing.
To begin with this poem has outstanding vocabulary! But the poem itself is a little unclear to me. I think that you are looking upon the sky with wispy clouds in the air, and you are saying that it is a magnificent sight to see. I like with this poem, you have to read it over and over again to really try to understand what you are saying. Overall, outstanding poem!
I read this poem over and over and couldn't stop.
Not because I was confused, rather that it was just so mystifying and curious. As a reader you try and picture all the images at once, but you can't because it's too much beauty. Almost not real at all.
I love your word choice as it effectively bedazzels the reader when reading. I wouldn't really change anything, it's perfect in my opinion.
Good job
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