This is so pretty and sad! You do a very good job personifying both sparrow and willow, and your diction is interesting and classical. I will say, though, that the rhythm changes are a bit jarring, so you might want to smooth it out a little. Some lines have more syllables than your pre-established pattern permits and some have fewer, which is kind of weird to read. Of course, it's your choice, though! Well done.
this is very nice... Torn by one for another thats kind of like real life in its bizzar way. the way that you talk about the Animal isvery kind indeed. As you have shown love for it in many ways
Ah I see you are so charismatic your friends want to own you yet they don't get you and can't have you because you don't have yourself... and on the cycle goes...Wonderful write...
Her wilting beauty befalls her, fond--
Bewildering tendrils, lay beyond. ... this is how I see you
Be you nothing alike, I know. and so are you ironically
Still, I must confess my need,
Is very grave, indeed--
This, I ask, you heed. and I see you cannot help but be irresistible, quite a burden ye carry careless soul!
This is so pretty and sad! You do a very good job personifying both sparrow and willow, and your diction is interesting and classical. I will say, though, that the rhythm changes are a bit jarring, so you might want to smooth it out a little. Some lines have more syllables than your pre-established pattern permits and some have fewer, which is kind of weird to read. Of course, it's your choice, though! Well done.
I think you did very well indeed! Your use of metaphors is superb as is your use of language. I was truly touched by this beautifully emotional piece and your intention is lucid. The Willows tears and tendrils...very clever writing. This is told in a mix of third/first person, again very intelligent and difficult. The 'Show don't tell' issue did not come into play here, you have left a nice margin for your readers imagination...I loved it.
Kudos from me!
Cheers,
Helen :-))
On the contrary. It's, both, a picture of a willow AND a sparrow. I saw them beautifully.
The further down the list of your poems I read... the more in love with your work I become.
I'm going to make my mom read this poem. I'm sure she'll fall in love with it too.
Just a lover of words--
A poet of sorts...
A soul, who knows what it's like--
To lose.
I'll be nineteen soon, and I've been doing recreational writing for about eight years now, though I was discoura.. more..