flute's tune with noon wind
evoking memories of
one I know not yet.
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Hey, dogs here to review!!
When I read this I thought of a person who is sitting on a porch listening to the whistling wind!
I really liked the poem, and even though it was short, it was beautiful!
I loved the word choice you used.
I just have one little error, I think you should capitalize the f in flute, because it's the first word or the sentence.
Well I really liked your poem!
Keep up the great writing,
Love
Dogs
Wow that is really good I hope you will wright more. Your poetry is great I hope you will ad another verse are some thing. I have a suggestion maybe you can get a pitcher and poult it at the bottom of the poem that will make it better. Hmm and maybe you can do some thing similar to what RedRose8 said like when she said (I imagine a young man, sitting on a chair on his front porch. The sky is purple and the sun is setting on the top of the hill at his side. With his flute in hand, he presses his elbows to the sky. And lips pressing to the reed, he blows gently…gently. A cool summer’s breeze graces his presence. And the scent of her springs his memory into play. He imagines her, sitting beneath the old oak tree. He smiles at the sheer thought of her being in his vicinity. And then he remembers, he hadn’t introduced himself just yet.) Maybe you can do some thin like that it dose make more sense But I am just saying. But this is a really good pees of work. So never stop righting and let my no when you have fixt it so I can come have a look. Any way I hope you have a nice day are night.
Haiku!
When I picture these words, I imagine a young man, sitting on a chair on his front porch. The sky is purple and the sun is setting on the top of the hill at his side. With his flute in hand, he presses his elbows to the sky. And lips pressing to the reed, he blows gently…gently. A cool summer’s breeze graces his presence. And the scent of her springs his memory into play. He imagines her, sitting beneath the old oak tree. He smiles at the sheer thought of her being in his vicinity. And then he remembers, he hadn’t introduced himself just yet.
waoh! your imagination runs faster than mine
Great review by the way.