Azaleas

by rhiasofia

Published April 6, 2014

In If Words were Watercolor Balloons Poetry

Azaleas blaze forth,
suddenly
in realization of the
majestic import they hold.
I don't remember signs
of anything in between- no
clutched buds fretful of tomorrow,
just nothing
followed by the tumultuous everything,
reminiscent of the knowledge
that one day I'll see
something beautiful in a mirror
after so many thousands
of empty reflections.

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retrodisco666
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retrodisco666 wrote a review Review · Apr 6, 2014

Hey! Retro here for a review!

I just wanted to say I really enjoyed this poem, I really like poems with the long extended metaphor sort of thing. Your idea of Azalea is quite ambiguous and you do make it just around a lot without really settling on one idea and I really love it.


You have some really nice visual imagery as well in this, which works very well within your metaphor. Especially expressions like 'clutched buds' they just have really nice imagery.

Now, your ending. It is really powerful, just the idea of empty reflections is powerful imagery but after a long metaphor it is stronger so kudos for that. However, I feel as though it could be improved. It is the only thing I had issue with in this poem, I just felt as though I wanted to read more before getting to this conclusion. This, however, might just be personal preference as there is nothing intrinsically wrong with your poem.

Anyway I really enjoyed this and thing it was beautifully written and in terms of grammar and spelling and structure I didn't have any issues.

Keep it up!
~Retro

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RoyalHighness
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RoyalHighness wrote a review Review · Apr 6, 2014

Ah, poetry, my forte.
RoyalHighness has arrived to review!
I love when poets break up their sentences with indentations! It makes me think they're trying to tell me something sneaky, like whispering, "Hey, Royal, here's something really cool here but can you see it is the question." Love it.
First line is lovely. Great imagery with the usage of the word "blaze."
Second line is like opening a gift on Christmas (but it needs a comma, just so you know).
Third line makes the azaleas positively come /alive/. Great job.
Fourth line has a little mistake; did you mean "majestic importance"?
Fifth line starts a new mystery--what don't you remember?
Sixth line clears it up, and I love the hyphen.
Seventh line is a little fuzzy...What do you mean by "clutched buds"? But I love the personification of the flowers, and how they're /not/ "fretful of tomorrow." I like that. Very nice.
Eighth line is a slap in the face, like, "how dare you think this poem is fantastic, imagine that /nothingness/."
Ninth line is an apology, like, "hey, sorry I slapped you, here's some fantastic usage of the word 'tumultuous,' to soothe your pain; I know that's your favorite word, Royal." But it needs a comma as well.
Tenth line brings the flowers alive again, that they're full of knowledge, and remembering. I love that.
Eleventh line is a bit weird, because the /flowers/ know /you'll/ see? How do the flowers know what you'll see? HOW DO FLOWERS KNOW!? But I still like it. It connects the subject to the speaker really well.
Twelfth line makes me think of the speaker looking in a mirror, saying this poem aloud to themselves, remind themselves that they're beautiful too.
Thirteenth and fourteenth lines ARE HAUNTINGLY, FANTASTICALLY BEAUTIFUL.
Overall, you've done a splendiferous job.
I give this four stars of five, because I love it. Great job!!!! :D :D :D

Thanks! I will definitely add those commas. Import is actually a word, it means significance or meaning, but thanks for checking anyways! The eleventh line on is supposed to compare the sudden no flowers boom flowers to the empty reflections boom beauty, not so much they knew I would see it.

Thanks again for reviewing. I love the way you review, it made me laugh :)

Ohhhh! *learns something new* Import. Import, import, import.
Now your poem has a whole new meaning!
And I still love it-maybe love it even more! Great job!
And thank you :D



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