Young Writers Society

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Hi! I'm Kate and I'm here to leave a quick review!!

Anyway let's get right to: Kate's Line by Line Reactions;

This is quite the heartbreaking little poem here. It ties into that title in quite an interesting manner I think, with how in some sense you can tie it to the sea and the idea babbling water perhaps, and then the babbling of the talking that goes on between the people here and of course the babbling that comes with crying when you lose someone. It works on quite a few levels there and I feel it sort of ties the whole poem together as a result.

I think that plus the way you begin and end are the two things that really start out for me. I'm reading themes of loss, and a person recollecting their treasured memories by returning to a place that's important to whoever they lost and that repetition there but with an entirely different vibe as it were really touches deeply, starkly showing what is missing and what is different now.

Overall a heart wrenching poem that is both simple and yet touches on such a deep topic at the same time. I honestly have no suggestions here, it works so well as it is.

Aaand that's it for this oneee!!!

As always remember to: Take what you think was helpful and forget the rest!

Hello, Lullaby! I'm Wist and I'm here to review your lovely poem here.

Your use of imagery in this piece is truly captivating. The juxtaposition of the majestic birds against the backdrop of the desolate beach is incredibly evocative, allowing the reader to sense the passage of time alongside the speaker. The poem effectively conveys a clear sense of loss and the inevitability of change, as much as it's unwanted. Your skillful portrayal of emotions through vivid imagery is both impactful and thought-provoking, making this a beautifully crafted piece. With that said, let's dive into some specific lines.

To catch the fatal glimpse
Of when the sun meets the horizon

My favorite bird has always been a little ole jay
But the crows, they’re taking over now