Chalk

The title. I loved the simplicity of this title. I think (after reading the poem) it certainly fits perfectly. Also, I like how, because of it's simplicity, readers don't know really know what to expect when they first open it. I like that surprise, and brief anticipation.

The emotion. This was clear and powerful throughout. I think the pace of the poem really plays a role in expressing this emotion, but overall the sorrow is clear.

The length. I will admit, until recently I wasn't much of a fan of short poems, even if it were a form. But, lately I've grown to love them. I like the fact that so few words can have such a powerful impact, and this piece is no exception.

Word choice/arrangement. Again, this is flawless. I like how you have gone with a simplistic style for the whole piece, as in it's own special little way it has actually made the piece more powerful in it's message.

Critiques. There is one, but it may just be me: with the 'who like me' part, it took me a few moments to realise you weren't saying 'who like me' as in fans liking you or something, (for lack of a better way to explain it at the moment) instead of 'who, like me' -- Personally, I think there needs to be that pause in there. Or perhaps it's just me who doesn't read it like it like you intended without that clear indication for a pause. It's very possible, you know. lol.

The idea. This was a rather cute idea, though also sad. Though the imagery you have provided for readers was clear, I also seemed to simultaneously imagine words/thoughts scrawled all over one's face, and being increasingly more distorted as the tears fell. << Strange images, but I suppose that was the emotional element of it coming out. To me, you seemed to be attempting to write away your sadness on the sidewalks, but also perhaps sidewalks was a metaphor for like friends or something, you sharing your grief with those you care in order to lighten the burden << or am I reading too much into it now? haha.

Overall;
This piece was an incredibly beautiful write. Beautiful because of it's expression and it's simplicity at expressing the sorrow.

Well penned. 5/5

**Also, thank you so much for reading/commenting on my poem. (;

Very thoughy provoking maple for so little words. Now you will make my mind boggle on this some more.

nice write.

Well I can turn the message to the exact opposite meaning, maybe writing on the sidewalks sad poems with chalk, so when the rain comes it washes the sadness you held in :)
But anyways, I love this poem, great job:)

I like the title...chalk was very big when I was a child and....it wasn't used just on a blackboard.....my first thought when I read this was chalking out beds....I'm not sure what you would have called them but...you used to get a can...again I would call it a peever but...hope you get what I'm talking about...hopscotsh maybe? Anyway as I got older chalk was also used to tell every boy in the street that I loved them at some point so....very thankful for the rain when I got older....another bit of chalk...another hotscotch bed...another love....oh..how I loved my chalk back then haha!!! Loved the rain more I will add :)

Oh mer gerd!! I loved this!! I pictured you writing in chalk a poem , boldy, on the sidewalks and rain washing it away ...making us feel like what we say doesn't matter, or what we feel needs to go away...I loved the short simple message in this piece.

Relatable! So damn relatable!