Forecast

by Firestarter

Published November 6, 2005

In Old Poetry

This doesn't exactly spin me in the air at several hundred miles per hour and then dump me in some godforsaken country field, but it was solid. Nothing special but it made sense.

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thegirlwhofateloves wrote a review Review · Nov 10, 2005

I liked this. I agree that it's got good imagery and I liked the way the lines carry on through the poem and the way the stories all link seamlessly. I also thought that it was fairly original...well I've never read a good poem about a tornado before! Really enjoyed reading it. Go you!

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BettyPaige
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BettyPaige wrote a review Review · Nov 10, 2005

I enjoyed this very much. The imagery was very crisp to me. I especially like the part about the boy in the bathtub. But my favorite lines were -

Once I pirouetted through a city park
saying, I'm a leaf blown through a twister.


Very interesting read.

Bett

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bubblewrapped
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bubblewrapped wrote a review Review · Nov 9, 2005

I loved it. Lots of imagery (subtle, but there). At least, it gave me plenty of mental pictures and a vague sense of understanding. Once again, cant resist your poetry, Incandescence. Another awesome piece. :lol:

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Angel17
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Angel17 commented Comment · Nov 8, 2005

There wasn't much imagery and didn't make me feel anything while reading the poem. try including stronger descriptions of things, it may improve it.

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Chevy
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Chevy wrote a review Review · Nov 8, 2005

Four year later, my older brother boarded a train
Did you mean four years later?

I'm a leaf blown through a twister.
Great for the middle of the poem...loved this lines.

Overall, I liked the literal sense to this poem...that's my favorite thing in a poem because I usually feel like I can relate somehow. Not sure I captured the whole meaning--a little vague (or maybe I'm just a little slow) but I liked it still--as always. You get me every time, my friend.



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