Comments : The Desert Rose

  • 13 years ago

    by The Princess

    Myryn,

    I'm amazed at how easily you changed styles, as I told you, I thought the desert perhaps had a clue to do with me but wouldn't have guessed it was by you.

    I adore this, it's beautiful, as everything you write. Actually it's so beautiful it outshines me. I couldn't dare dream of this having anything to do with me. I love how you used red in there, my favorite color. but above all, I love you, gorgeous. Thank you.

  • 13 years ago

    by Kiko

    Myryn, you paint a beautiful portrait here, full of dazzling imagery. It's no wonder that Nor was thrilled with this. If I was a senior member, I would nominate it. :)

    In terms of minor critique: I think the spacing could be changed a bit, the line about the fitted overcoat could be removed, and it is a bit over punctuated.

    Perhaps something like this:

    She danced
    like a fiery flame
    in the wind

    as the torrid sun
    hung like a gold silk cloak
    upon her velvety skin

    Overall, a great write!!

  • 13 years ago

    by PoetryKnight

    I noticed you were a well read poet, and it interested me to see what you were about, also i had some poet on her tell me to read your stuff to see how you stand out of all the rest. and i read and see, wicked awsome. lol, good write. a 5/5 indeed. keep it up, and I'll keep reading.

    From the PoetryKnight

  • 13 years ago

    by Edward D Zurovec

    I thought this Poem really stood out, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. The title I was drawn to being a desert dog. Some of the punctuation caught me off guard as well as line breaks. Don't get me wrong, this is a beautiful poem.

    She danced, a fiery flame
    in the Wind,
    and a torrid Sun
    hung a gold silk cloak,
    a fitted overcoat,
    upon her velvety skin.
    Refined by fire
    of Ancient tales;
    A vision of Pele,
    only more fair.
    Well-haughnting,
    well-told,
    in shades of red
    she exuded.
    A full blown bloom-
    well-perfumed
    her soft dewy petals;
    Lips sealed in form
    and fragrant still.

  • 13 years ago

    by Saerelune

    This poem is definitely full of fire, just like Nor. I liked the way you tried to mimic her style. It's something new from you, although I sometimes miss your old style.

    The first stanza is full of vivid imagery, but you have to watch out with it, as you don't want to make use of different words to describe the same thing. I'm aware you're trying to keep the element of fire in there, but the way you've structured them now doesn't allow the reader to truly grasp the meaning of your imagery. They are just astonished by its beauty but you don't want your readers to be so superficial upon reading a deep poem about a deep person, don't you? ;)

    That's why I suggest changing it to something like this. To separate the several images so they all possess their own individual worth:

    "She danced, a fiery flame
    in the Wind,
    while a torrid Sun
    hung a golden silk cloak
    like a fitted overcoat
    'pon her velvety skin"
    ^ It makes more sense syntax-wise. I've been pondering about the fourth and fifth line, though. I wonder whether it would be beneficial to omit either of them, because they basically say the same thing. They're just an extension and I'm not sure whether you need this. Plus, it pretty much ruins the flow as this stanza has become a huge sentence.

    I don't have much criticism about the rest of the poem. I love the honest tone which you seem to behold in every poem you write. I also adore the repetition of "well-..." which adds a positive air to the poem.

    Well done. :)

  • 13 years ago

    by MyaEve

    Myryn-
    Wonderful write!
    The imagery here was amazing,
    the words really stood out.

    Very beautiful,
    I thank you for posting this. (:
    Please continue to dazzle us with your extraordinary talent.

  • 13 years ago

    by Cinnamonspice

    This was recommended reading by a fan of yours and I must say he was right. A wonderful piece of poetry
    Connie