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Oct 04, 2023
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This poem is part of the contest:
Neopoem Of The Week October 1st to October 7th 2023
Trees whip wild
trees whip wild in white dry winds
electricity sparks death ghosts whirl in the cacophony darkness
smoke ballooning howls of red the forest bends broken at its knees
Black trunks fall roar through flames creatures run skin blazing screaming
dying
the agony of it
About This Poem
Last Few Words: This is not a 'kind' poem. This is about my present reality. It's real - where living on the raw end end of emotion - which is the only way of making sense of reality. I wish my reality was different.
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - draft
Comments
Shelby Pryor
1 year 8 months ago
I understand this so well.
I understand this so well. Life can be brutal. Reality can suck. But you portrayed this so accurately.