|Reviews for Cicada|
| eldrin chapter 1 . 1/20/2007
Always with your delightful little glimpses of life-scenes...how could I ever get enough? This has a gentle movement that is compelling. Lovely.
| emeraude-irlandais chapter 1 . 1/16/2007
I wish our evenings smelled like cinnamon- I'd spend more time outside. :) I love the phrase "a fragility pulses", because, as cliched as 'fragility' is, one never imagines it pulsing, although it's entirely possible. I suppose that's one of your form's objectives- to refract new and unique light onto pieces and scenes that seemed mundane or unworthy of poetic attention at first. A really lovely piece. ~bella~
| no.peace.los.angeles chapter 1 . 1/14/2007
Oh, I love this one. It's such a great visual, and you even incorporate the sense of smell into the poem with "the cinnamon-scented evening." M, I can smell it right now. Nice work. Keep writing! :)
| felicia13 chapter 1 . 1/14/2007
I'm just waiting for the mosquitoes now ... The broken jug and fragrent water makes a lovely picture, though. Peaceful, serene ... like a waterfall in the middle of a desert. You don't expect it, but it's a welcome change nonetheless.
I don't like cinnamon much. Just thought I'd share.