 Clap Clap Raise Your Hands 2005-02-27 . chapter 1To me, this poem was about how insignificant one person is in amongst nature and other more powerfull things, but this poem was also about being greatful for the friends you have, and about how the future is yours to make. I like this, nice rhyme and rhythm. I especially like this line:
"A lifetime in this ageIs but a footprint in the snow"
very beautiful. keep writing x weasel within x |
 Tirrandir 2004-11-10 . chapter 1Thank you so much for the review. You've been more than kind, and I appreciate it more than you know with your criticism and appreciation. It's hard to sometimes find the motivation to write, and even harder to share.
I had to return the favor, and so I'll review this one. I'll see if I might have the time to go through and look at others, as well.
I like this poem, if only because it has the short, transcient quality to the images that makes them linger not despite their brevity, but because of it. The images are chosen well, and the few details that are given are poignant. It is like an ink blot on a new sheet of paper (for those of us who still use real pens sometimes), and it stands out all the more for it.
If you were going for an elegaic feel, you succeeded, because that is what most struck me in the poem. It is short and bittersweet, both in technical aspects and in theme. I'm going based only the poem, because I don't like to read summaries. But the poem seems to be about the shortness of time and the passing of life before a person's eyes, so to speak. How inconsequencial a single being is next to the history of the world.
I think the topic a good one, and the poem appealing because of its shortness, but I also think that perhaps the topic is one that's overdone. That's fine, a poet must hit all the topics sooner or later to be considered a 'real' poet, I suppose. It works, better than I would think a poem with the given subject would. All in all, a good showing, I think, mostly because of the scarcity of words. Any longer, and it would fall apart. It was already approaching unweildy length, then. At least I think so.
I hope this is a bit constructive, and as encouraging as your reviews have been to me. I may seem critical, but I really enjoyed the poem.
~ Tirrandir
ps: Sadly, there probably won't be more posts on FictionPress by me for a long, long time. I decided to put my money where my mouth was, and make the jump from poetry and short-story to working on an honest-to-goodness novel. (Ironically, the worst part of it, the first four chapters or so, are actually on FictionPress, in a version that will be much edited when I get to that point. )
There may be poems done randomly if something random strikes me, or after I'm finished and recharging, but it's taking more effort than I imagined it would.
Tir |