Critical Analysis #1 |
Knots (revised) |
aries_luv_ppl Senior Member
since 2001-09-20
Posts 1448Universal Mind |
My bedroom is colored with a pink lipstick. Looking across my pilliows is my dear dresser Where I wear some pinkish powder on my cheeks. I put on a pale blue dress which has some laces As I stare at the pink oval shaped box on the table. I open the box with a deep breath And count the earrings you once gave me. I pull out a string to hang them on; For each pair of earrings I make a knot. I place the string across the mirror, Then suddenly the knots are gone. The string breaks and sound of tear drops are everywhere. I must not have tighten up the knots very well. As I hear my tears I feel relief in my heart. ~The first two cup of tea is to throw away; what remains is the best of all. |
||
© Copyright 2001 Eliza Simmons - All Rights Reserved | |||
hush Senior Member
since 2001-05-27
Posts 1653Ohio, USA |
Don't humble yourself. I like this. A nice simple poem with a simple image and message. There are a few things that didn't really work for me, though: 'across my pilliows ' -typo 'As I stare at the pink oval shaped box on the table. I open the box with a deep breath' -I like the image, but it seems a bit cluttered... I would omit 'shaped', oval is sufficient, and in the second line, 'it', or a different word altogether would probably work better than the repitition. 'have tighten up ' should this be tightened? I think that maybe you could use synonyms in place of 'pink' and other repeated words- the simplicity is good, but the repetition gets... repetitive. I also think that maybe putting an extra line break between the body of the poem and the last line as a dramatic pause would increase the impact some. That said, I really enjoyed the tone and message of this. "this is not who I meant to be |
||
Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This is my take, I restructured some of the sentences and did some "filtering" I felt it was too wordy. I like the poem very much. My bedroom is colored with a pink lipstick. Looking across my pillows is my dresser I'm wearing powder on my cheeks. I put on a pale blue dress with laces as I stare at the pink oval shaped box on the table. I open it, taking a deep breath, and count the earrings you once gave me. I pull out a string to hang them on and make a knot for each pair of earrings. I place the string across the mirror, Then suddenly the knots are gone. The string breaks and sound of tear drops are everywhere. I must not have tighten up the knots very well. I feel relief in my heart as I hear the tears. Kathleen (Kay) |
||
⇧ top of page ⇧ | ||
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. |