A new poem

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A new poem

A new poem I wrote! It's a rough draft and I wrote it like, five seocnds ago and I'm posting it now before I change my mind because of stupid thoughts of how stupid the poem is. Here goes nothing.

 

Winter (still working on title)

She walks thorugh the wood lit ablaze with color/ a new season blossoming where she treads.

Fresh fallen snow crunches beneath her bare feet

The freezing winds whisper her name as she brings them to earth.

The fire drops from the trees.

And where she touches the now bare branches

Icicles form,

Taking her breath away

In puffs of steam.

She leaves winter in her wake.

She walks through the wood surrounded by a bleak gray/ The new season blooming where she treads.

 

submitted by Katie, age 11, Outside looking
(October 26, 2009 - 6:00 pm)

You use amazing images in this poem - it is vivid and alive!
That's phenomenal, Katie, and I'm not one to use glowing words like those. :D I can tell it's a rough draft, but even so,
it is very good. Its form - rhythm, especially, could use a little
work, though. After the first two lines I had a pretty solid rhythm
expectation, and then that fell apart, but I think it could come
together perfectly with some time. Hey, just for the fun of it I'll
re-type your poem, adding in italics what I think would make the rhythm
better. This is just my rhythmic preference - your word choice is ideal, and like I
said earlier, your images are great. I might incorporate rhyme if I
feel like it, so as a whole this could end up a lot different from your
poem. :) I hope it's still as good, though, or it won't be any use. :P

 

She walks through the wood lit ablaze with fall's color

A new season blooming where she treads

Fresh fallen snow crunches underneath her feet  (You use bare a
little later, so I feel like it could be dropped here - besides, winter
seems too cold to fit with the concept of bare feet in my mind,
although you may hold a different view.)

Winds whispering as she rouses them from bed.  (I don't
like how much Ihave to cut out of this line to make it fit the rhythm
and rhyme, so I'm going to stretch it to two lines)

She brings the winds to earth and chills them till they're freezing

At her icy touch the fire dropps from trees

And where she touched the now-bare branches

Icicles appear (I feel like even though by rhythm this
should go in one of the surrounding lines (I can't figure out which :P)
it needs its own line, like you had it.)

They steal her breath and puff it into steam.

The lady of the frost and cold leaves winter in her wake 

With roaring fires and sparkling snow and sleds (Just needed
another line here for rhythm and rhyme's sake. I'm not sure about the
sleds, but it rhymes with treads and I couldn't find anything better.)

She walks through the wood in a cloak of bleak gray

The new season blooming where she treads. 

 

I'm happy with that for the amount of time I put into it - you might
not be, or you might be ecstatic, or you might like a couple of the
changes - take your pick. :D Anywho, awesome poem, and my version was
super fun to write, so thank you! And if you like the line near the end
with the lady of the frost and cold in it, then the title could be Lady Winter or
something like that. My title generally lack immagination, sorry.
Anywho, awesome poem and thanks for  the fun it was to give it more 
rhythm! I'm not sure I like mine any better than yours, acutually,
though - it seems to have lost something in the transition - sorry. I'm
about to start rambling, so adios! And holy cow, this is long. Sorry
Katie and Admins! 

 

-EH 

submitted by Emily H. :), age 14, Sparks, NV
(October 27, 2009 - 3:08 pm)

You're right about most everything. I even like the title. The only thing I don't like is the whole thing with sleds ect. Otherwise, thanks for the help!

submitted by Katie, age 11, Outside looking
(October 27, 2009 - 6:40 pm)

That's my least favorite line, too. My rewrite really isn't your poem - it's a mutant of your poem. Distantly related. By marriage. Anywho, I don't even know why I wrote that - I was just in poem-mode, and I needed to write one. :P

 

-EH

submitted by Emily H. :), age 14, Sparks, NV
(October 28, 2009 - 1:08 pm)

I agree with Emily; the imagery makes it seem alive. I loved what was going on in the poem. I wish I could write like you!!!

submitted by Lauren C., age 13, ca
(November 17, 2009 - 8:55 pm)