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Post by Radrook Admin on Mar 28, 2020 12:43:15 GMT -5
Winter Has a Hundred Names
Review Thanks for sharing. I enjoyed reading your poem. Reminded me of one Shakespeare poem where he uses a refrain about some wench stirring the pot. His wasn't as somber though. More on the cheerful hopeful side. Yours creates a kind of wishing that this season would stay away. That we would always have summer or Spring or Fall but never Winter. This can be understood on by some readers on some level as the eternal craving for eternal life, never to wither-never to age and finally have to encounter the coldness of death. Unsprouted seeds waiting for warmth. The only part of the poem that depicts a happy scene is the throwing of snowballs. The imagery very effectively conveyed the intended somber mood. Birds fleeing to a warmer place. Homeless forced to survive as best they can. Nice comparison of trees to a man in the rain with nowhere to go. Mists refusing to dissipate. Colorful leaves gone. All in all very skillfully written. One part that made me pause was the expression "Autum leaves" I understood "leaves" as a plural noun instead of a verb. Also, I wondered what a Kashmiri firepot is. Noticed you chose not to capitalize "Siberian".
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