Reviews for Listen To the Snow |
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![]() ![]() ![]() Wow. Now, I never got to have that experience, because it almos never snows where I come from. And when it does...It's grey, slushy, and every fifty years. Still, it's amazing, you know? When it does. It's like a whole new world just-whoosh! Haha. . |
![]() ![]() ![]() I've never seen falling snow, but this is pretty close I'd imagine. :) |
![]() ![]() ![]() I live in the South (US) and don't see much snow, but you made me realize one of the things I missed as a child. Very nice. |
![]() ![]() ![]() That's kinda nifty. Needs another verse, maybe, but inbetween the first 2. The last one was a good ending. I enjoyed. ;-) |
![]() ![]() Wow, this is really beautiful. You've perfectly captured the feeling of falling snow. |
![]() ![]() that was very nice. You are so good at these deep/symbolic things. |
![]() ![]() ![]() Wow, very the imagery. I think there's something about living in a snow belt climate that transforms our sense of the world. I see that in your poem. Your contrast of scale from snow flake to universe is great. Beautiful piece. |
![]() ![]() ![]() i like the ending, thanks for reviewing my poem |
![]() ![]() ![]() (_) I only wish I could see snow. Kinda takes you back to the kid days. Ahh the good old days. |
![]() ![]() ![]() - Pretty! ::loves snow:: Winter is the most beautiful time of the year! Well, actually it ties with summer, but anyway...Sorry, just a li'l Mountain Girl here who loves nature and outdoors stuff. KEEP WRITING! |
![]() ![]() I like the imagery of it. Wish there was more though. The first stanza has a mystism about it. Try reenforcing it the second stanza. Let me see the belief in the child's face, and perhaps bind it to the snow and ice. A glacial faith. Solid, everlasting, and captured. The adults' faith like the melting snow, transient, delicate, etc. I do like it very much though. Coming from a place where snow was a rare decade or more event, I never knew snowflakes could crack, I just thought they fluttered and melted on the ground. No crashing, no breaking, just a slow fading into something greater than just the single snowflake. |