Hey~
Here for the poetry exchange. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get here. I've been kinda busy lately.
You've had some pretty great reviewers, but I'll try to add an original thought here and there.
From hips so thin it broadens out.
Curves around from base to top.
I just love the way these lines sound. They make me happy. I love the image the word hips brings and then you turn it around to mean the opposite.
So, my OCD is calling, and there's one thing that really bothers it.
Yet time devours.
It flows back and forth
Like bees to the flowers.
Devours and flowers rhymes while nothing else in the poem does.
As others have said, I sometimes get a little lost with your pronoun use.
Time it tells
Yet time devours.
I believe this is a good example. I'm just not sure what's being devoured. After contemplating a while I think it might be sand.
And then you switch the meaning of it from sand to hourglass here:
It is
An
Hourglass.
Not that big of a deal, but it still causes some confusion.
Other than that, I thought this was pretty brilliant. I'm always impressed with poems like these because I can never make them as pretty as other people do.
Anyways~
Keep poeming,
Megs~
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