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Comment from Liz O'Neill
I feel the same way about trees. They are very alive. One might think getting tossed into a fire, but you see it is part of the cycle to begin again. We are all made of stardust, even trees. What a beautiful concept you ha e presented here. I also like how you draw the reader in with what will the next season be like as did the branch. And you nicely brought out that many do not have a clue of how alive a piece of "driftwood" is. With your adept imagery, you carry the reader right along with you seeing all you see, experiencing all you experience as you are. "drifting" oxymoronically. Good luck in the contest
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I feel the same way about trees. They are very alive. One might think getting tossed into a fire, but you see it is part of the cycle to begin again. We are all made of stardust, even trees. What a beautiful concept you ha e presented here. I also like how you draw the reader in with what will the next season be like as did the branch. And you nicely brought out that many do not have a clue of how alive a piece of "driftwood" is. With your adept imagery, you carry the reader right along with you seeing all you see, experiencing all you experience as you are. "drifting" oxymoronically. Good luck in the contest
Comment Written 26-Mar-2018
Comment from Cindy McIntyre
This is so beautiful and I love that you used personification with the wood. The visual imagery and the changing of seasons flows so well. I like the word, "oxymoronic" and the way you used it here. Good luck with the contest.
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This is so beautiful and I love that you used personification with the wood. The visual imagery and the changing of seasons flows so well. I like the word, "oxymoronic" and the way you used it here. Good luck with the contest.
Comment Written 26-Mar-2018
Comment from Mustang Patty
So many emotions and thoughts expressed within these lines. I wish I hadn't figured out who you are, Anonymous Poet, but your signature was all over the piece.
Though this was written from the perspective of a piece of driftwood, it could easily describe someone who 'drifts' through life. The irony is painful because it can apply to too many people.
Thank you for such a beautiful way to think of those who are lost,
~patty~
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So many emotions and thoughts expressed within these lines. I wish I hadn't figured out who you are, Anonymous Poet, but your signature was all over the piece.
Though this was written from the perspective of a piece of driftwood, it could easily describe someone who 'drifts' through life. The irony is painful because it can apply to too many people.
Thank you for such a beautiful way to think of those who are lost,
~patty~
Comment Written 26-Mar-2018
Comment from Pamusart
I am not sure what is going on on this site. It is time consuming doing these reviews. This the second in a row where it comes up twice. I had alreDy reviewed this. This is a good entry for the contest. I won't write anything soecificalky for a contest. I am not familiar with the format. But, it is free verse, so there does not have to be one. I figured it out before the end even though I did not see the title and the top. Thank you for sharing
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I am not sure what is going on on this site. It is time consuming doing these reviews. This the second in a row where it comes up twice. I had alreDy reviewed this. This is a good entry for the contest. I won't write anything soecificalky for a contest. I am not familiar with the format. But, it is free verse, so there does not have to be one. I figured it out before the end even though I did not see the title and the top. Thank you for sharing
Comment Written 26-Mar-2018
Comment from RodG
I enjoyed this personification of a piece of driftwood's life--what it endured for so long before suddenly being swept into the sea and its aftermath on shore before being cast into a fire. This also works as a metaphor for some of us who have experienced almost everything at sometime or another in our lives and what we ultimately learn from those experiences.
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I enjoyed this personification of a piece of driftwood's life--what it endured for so long before suddenly being swept into the sea and its aftermath on shore before being cast into a fire. This also works as a metaphor for some of us who have experienced almost everything at sometime or another in our lives and what we ultimately learn from those experiences.
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Comment Written 26-Mar-2018
Comment from dragonpoet
This is a poem of the passing of life and the times one loses him/herself and tries to find themselves and their faith while others watch the drifting. Then finding yourself at the end of a time of drifting of maybe at death. Faith is alluded to here. Nice metaphor
Good luck in the contest.
Keep writing
dragonpoet
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This is a poem of the passing of life and the times one loses him/herself and tries to find themselves and their faith while others watch the drifting. Then finding yourself at the end of a time of drifting of maybe at death. Faith is alluded to here. Nice metaphor
Good luck in the contest.
Keep writing
dragonpoet
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Comment Written 26-Mar-2018