the ripples in the water are not gentle anymore

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Hello,


This had a very depressed and frightening feel to it, which I happen to love :-). Your descriptions are very vivid, every line simply adding onto the luscious imagery of the water. The entire poem seems to have hidden depth and is an extended metaphor for water/life. I like that you kept it simple, using only one element, but it still made me think about each line. It has its surreal aspects and then more natural concrete ones, like the hills. I can't really think of much for you to work on except for repetition. In a piece this small repeated words stand out. one place is "Of the once gentle circles" because gentle is such a strong word at the beginning and end, I'd replace this random use of it with languid or some other such word. The second word is "until" which is used twice in a row. It only sticks out because it is not seen as a pattern elsewhere. Its up to you if you want to change it but I think it might be smoother if you took one out.
Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
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The repetition is perfect.

I love the way you don't just paint an image. Instead it felt like you were pouring the image out so gracefully but at the same time made a "ripple" when it hit the surface. Very pretty in an emotional way.

I watch heavy glass fall into

Shades of translucent blue


:)
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Thanks for your comment, inkwell! But this is a very old poem--about 4 or 5 years old, really, so I'm going to lock it. Have a great day!
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Generally speaking, a howling wilderness does not howl: it is the imagination of the traveler that does the howling.
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