I Plowed // the Clouds.

by Rook

Published July 20, 2015

E - Everyone

In Poetry: 2015

The trees
spread seeds
that fly
on by
and try
to kiss
the mist
but miss,
so turn
around
and kiss 
the ground.

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Rumi
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Rumi wrote a review Review · Jul 21, 2015

This is really nice, it has so much rhythm packed into one short sentence. The short words and repeated lines drive it forward and make it seem like the poem itself is fluttering and trying to fly (if that makes since). I love when form corresponds to the content like that. The only rhyme I don't quite like is "mist" and "miss"; that seems a little strained because the words are so alike and mist seems like it was put there just because there was nothing else for the rhyme that would have the meaning of sky. I don't know what other word you could use, though.

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Pencillia
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Pencillia commented Comment · Jul 21, 2015

Simple, yet good. Sounds more like the wind tossing around sleeves, though.

PatternsInPaintChips wrote a review Review · Jul 20, 2015

This makes me think of elm trees and it's brevity feels very appropriate, short and spinning and changing direction like the seed pods it brings to mind The use of personification really brings it all together cleanly, short simple and well worded, ending very elegantly. Think better of yourself. Rhyme and rhythm don't illegitimize your work, they bring a life to it that's playful and pretty, like the work itself. You're talented, don't put that down. Keep writing.

TheStormAroundMe wrote a review Review · Jul 20, 2015

Hello!

So first of all, I think that the rhyming actually is cutsie and fun. This sounds a lot like a children's poem, something that belongs in a Shel Silverstein book. "And try to kiss the mist but miss..." I love that line. The slant rhyming of mist and miss just... works, you know? You did a good job on this poem.

The "on by" at the beginning of the poem can be cut out, I think, without ruining the flow of the words. To me, it just doesn't fit right in there and sounds a little unnecessary. Or, you could replace it with something else if you think the flow doesn't work.

Can't think of any more. Great poem!
-Grace



These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world.
— Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah