Young Writers Society

Thanks for commenting in my thread! I hadn't had an opportunity to read this poem of yours very deeply yet, so was excited to have some good poetry to chew on.

I like the different moods this poem cycles through - from a desperation / almost dangerous feeling at the beginning, then more of a searching / longing, and then in the end a sort of healing / wondering. The poem feels like a meandering journey that is laced together with beautiful little pieces of imagery and a rainbow of colors. Also the image of a quilt is one of my very favorites and I'm really glad that you used that to stitch the poem together and brought into the beginning and ending of the poem. Nice word choice throughout.

Thank you for sharing, and keep on writing!

~ alliyah

I am sooo so sorry for how late this review came in, poetry.... the holidays... but here I am, finally.
To start, I'm a simplistic story man, so poetry is not anywhere near my area of expertise, if Oregan is my area of expertise, poetry is Mexico. Like, it's still on the continent of words, but whole different category, so take everything I say with a grain of salt.
I'm going to take some inspiration out of harry's book and review this piece by piece

Sinking, falling, traipsing...

Following the only patterns known to me

But not only by me.

Others know of other patterns

Threads woven so they don't fade out

As they meander;

They mingle with other colors creating

Tunnels of cotton.

Expanding then across my long legs

Lumping up around my feet,

But my pattern tapers and the only colors it holds

Fade to black and then explode with green and

Magenta hues violently.

It almost looks like an SOS

A smoke signal turned into tapestry

At some divine hearth

Where the hot coals are blue

And the scented oils tossed into the fire

Create new hues.

New beginnings; those words speak to me

Like they hold meaning for something.

But I'm not sure what a beginning is...

And why should one show joy when it has an ending?

Hmm, maybe I shouldn't be so condescending,

After all I don't know what purpose it has.

So, I keep mending my quilt.

We’re so stereotypical..

I ponder to myself stitching

So joyous about the beginning,

Sorrowful for the ending...

We forget what the middle is.

Reserved because I accidently double posted. [/joke]

Such a good and skilled poem. Loved magenta hues violently. Great line. And your voice in this worked so well to be like let me tell you something, it was very well done and like revelation like.

Hello TypoWithoutCoffee,
I haven’t reviewed anything in a while so I may be a bit rusty. But here goes.

Fade to black and then explode with green and
Magenta hues violently.

I enjoyed this poem.I like how it talks about how we all want something in our lives,but never take time to enjoy it.We’re always craving for something faster and better.We forget to live in the moment.The thing is,it’s easier to say that you enjoy life than to actually do it.It’s a nice poem.I hope you have a nice day/night.

Heyo! this is nox with an encouraging review.

So Since I've never written a review for you I'll tell you this I wont write a review that hates on anything you write..

I love this flows well and is easy to read. This piece stands out because of the way you have worded it and the words you use fit. Your words bewitch your audience and make them want to read more. Its actually really deep sounding and makes me want to read more.
I feel like it could be space a little differently so its easier but your writing is galvanizing and I hope you continue your long line of works.

Anyways thank you for sharing with YWS and I hope that you will continue writing the way you do.
~Nox