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Shraz wrote:Young girls with delicate fairytales age into winter,
[color=red]?face stroked with commercial whites and blacks and browns.? (What???)
A geisha’s mask, cold on sickly skin,
thin blue veins crawl weakly under pale skin.
Painted red lips stretch in an empty fox grin
a saccharine smile carved unto(onto) cracking lips.
Her puppet eyes burn out,
neon chalk washing off the sidewalk,
Long fingers smear her lipstick unto her chin.
In her cold bed she drifts away to mayfly dreams,
thoughts spiraling in helpless circles deeper into winter.
But tomorrow is a new day,
And she carves her bitter hope deeper into her flimsy skin.[/color]


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I'd appreciate any helpanyone could give me, pointers, advice, whatever, especially because i have to turn this in by friday for my lit class. help!

the imagery in this is ridiculously awesome! bravo, I say!

I liked this, it had some really awesome imagery. I liked the lines about geishas. But like Pandora said, it seemed a bit lacking in meaning, or perhaps I just don't understand it. Anyway, I enjoyed it, but it was rather confusing. It definitely has potential, though.
Oh, and I really liked the last line. It was a powerful way to end the poem.
You have something going here for sure... With a little revision I think this could be a great piece.

Welcome to YWS!

Shraz,
Welcome to TYWS.
I liked this. It was very nice, but it had little meaning behind it. I understand how butterflies are delicate like she was, but I was not certain that I liked all of it.

Keep trying!

Pandora

Hi Shraz,


Welcome to the YWS Poetry forum.

The title sets a pretty significant hurdle in terms of challenging you to write something more than an illustration of fragile, floundering life in winter. I don't think this poem clears the hurdle.

It's reasonably tight but could be a lot tighter since nothing between L7 and L12 seems to develop the theme in any substantial or interesting way.

As it is, the first part is competent, the second is baggage.

Good luck sorting it all out.


Best,
Brad