by Sylvia
I agree with Miss Take, the first verses drew me in and then the storm came. As I read the first verses, I could actually imagine the insects and butterflies meeting to have a "party" and the things they would do. Good job. 5/5 |
by The Prince
This is so beautiful with intense and descriptive imagery. The ending was so so saddening...A great write from you, and well out of your comfort zone too. Well done!! |
"In the middle of the forest all insects had gathered |
by Cara
Ingrid! How could you make it end so sadly? That was so sad.. anyways, |
This was definatly different from anything youve written before. I noticed that it was different in several ways. I don't normally see you writing nature poems at all, so it was nice to see you stepping out of your comfort zone and writing a nature poem for once and not another love poem. Secondly, it was a rather lengthly poem.. normally your poems are short and to the point but you took a longer time on this one and you could definatly see that as you read. I think this is one of your best ones that Ive seen in a long time.. it shows that you put a lot of time into it, and it wasnt just a 10-15 minute poem that portrayed a short thought that Ive heard in many poems before. This was different in several ways, like I said. Impressive write, I loved it.. a story almost. I found it so beautiful in the beginning and midway through, it became really sad and the end just ended on a sad note.. but anyways, the poem was great.. the transition from happy to sad in this poem was smooth.. |
by Rachel RTVW
What a sad ending! The piece is full of vivid, picture painting imagery. Good word choice. I do love the nature poems as I am anxiously awaiting spring! Nicely done. |
Beautifully Penned, Exquisite in Evwry Word, A Most Charming Read. |
by anand singh
Ingrid, you have an awesome ability to take any subjesct and turning it into something beautiful and charming. |
by Kate
I love nature poems like this. Giving an unusual life to something you'd never imagine would be doing those things. |
How sad, but a truly delightful poem Ingrid. |