This Poem was Submitted By: stephen g skipper On Date: 2007-04-03 13:09:48 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Vision blurred              by driven rain winters windows melt Salt and sand             leave curious patterns soiling once white front doors Brass gone green             novelty knockers fail to raise a tired smile Un-potted plants             tumble like weeds strong Irish Sea breeze Victorian chimneys stuffed             with weary pillows deadens the raucous whistle Slow spring awakening             reluctant emergence from mental hibernation

Copyright © April 2007 stephen g skipper

This Poem was Critiqued By: marilyn terwilleger On Date: 2007-04-24 16:36:18
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.58333
Hi Stephen....I am thrilled to see a poem from your pen. I have been gone on vacation so missed this one and just found it today. You have painted some clear and wonderful images and have done so with well chosen words. There is something to like in every line and I cannot pick one over the other without doing an injustice to the rest. On the surface it is a poem about spring and how it is reluctant to grace the land after winter's howl. But then I sense something even more profound. It could easily be a metaphor about life and how we let ourselves idle and hibernate when life becomes too difficult to face head on. Either way it is lovely and I hope you have more in your treasure chest for us to read. Welcome back! Cheers....Marilyn

This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2007-04-16 22:46:37
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Yo Stephen, Yes it's time to come out of hibernation and frequent us with poems! Your descriptions of winter especially the chimneys stuffed are visually pleasing. As knockers green,time passes. No one wants that! So come on over and enjoy the benefits. Good job, lets hear more! More I say! Dellena
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2007-04-10 11:14:06
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Stephen, Welcome home, so pleased to see this poem from you. You've painted some wonderful pictures with your colorful verbiage and the flow made for an easy read. I could not pick one sentence that stands out more than the other for they all fit so well together. This is one of your finest writes and was a joy to read. Best, Lora
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2007-04-05 13:42:17
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Seems to me poet you have it fully covered......sometimes we do become like a winter storm and lose our power in the process........always said Spring is my most favorite time of the year for the world does come to life and from I see and feel after your reading so do we............thanks for posting and sharing, God Bless, Claire
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2007-04-03 19:01:30
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Dear Stephen, I enjoyed this read, especially the imagery you've created with it. It feels serene, to me. I also like your idea, of spring awakening from mental hibernation - good verse there. In a few words, you succeeded to relay this theme to the reader - without any hesitations, or re-reads to grasp the content. That's always good for me in poetry. There are no unnecessary words included - which makes this piece more appealing. Third verse stands out in this poem - brass gone green, novelty knockers fail to raise a tired smile - the novelty wasn't enough to make someone who was tired smile, has a down to earth feel to it. All in all, I think you've done well with this poem. I can't find a flaw in it - and am glad you posted this. sincerely, Denimari
This Poem was Critiqued By: Terry A On Date: 2007-04-03 13:37:59
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Hi Stephen, In this poem you have managed to evoke tone most effectively; your descriptive phrases capture how almost all can feel once a winter is beginning to end. The title, "New Words", refers to the poeming? For the connection to "spring awakening" isn't evident, by the preceding lines. It takes, almost the force of a spring, to move something beyond lethargy and overcome the reluctance of change weighed by repetition and dreary habit, reflected in places where winter goes on too long. There are those who can't realize that nothing is gained by getting too used to seasons that offer no growth. The reason why spring remains such a strong metaphor among those who anticipate a new vitality that comes from letting the past not weigh too heavily on what might be newly possible. I'd like to see that "spring awakening" apply even to TPL; and more evoked in poetry in general. It is what the symbol of rebirth persists; something your poem barely hints at, but does hint. Terry
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