You already know how I feel about this..
Nominated.

xx

Ever since my birthday and more research on Persephone, I've had a connection with her. I love this poem and felt a strong bond with this as well. I love how you took the prompt and ran with it the way you did. You did an amazing job :)

'vulnerable in a vindictive win'. LOVE!

Honestly this is perfect, I always wonder how you come up with your ideas for poems. The imagery and metaphors are so you & your imagination. Very creative.

'Vulnerable in an vindictive wind.'
^I'm almost certain that 'an' should be 'a'.

I always love your connections to mythology, though I'm not all that knowledgeable on the topic, it brings something new and interesting to the poem and prompts the reader to go look beyond the poem for deeper meanings.

I absolutely adored the ending, sometimes love can cause you the most unbearable pain, but if you look above & beyond that, you've went through a lot but you've survived and most times you gain experience this way and end up really benefiting you also.

You're amazing. This is sad yet oh so beautiful.

Psst, it's Forgotten not Forgotton ;)

Fantastically written and a wonderful read I loved it splendid job fantastic and great :) 5/5

Now that I read this back again,it kind of makes me think..that this is about you and all the studying you have been doing..and how exhausted you feel..and then the ending it refers to your love for art "with love comes .....sleepless nights" ...and then that you feel like you are losing pieces of you and that you will survive..anyways..because its something you love..
I really really love this..poem..truthfully...specially you know which part... and the drain pipe scene is excellent...

God bless that mind of yours babygirl,
and soon you'll get all the sleep you need.

A most touching love poem, sad but gives a chill up and down the spine.
I like how you used the transition from a daydream to a reality in this stanza:

It was only when
my shoelace caught the
drain pipe that I
tripped and tumbled
into an overflowing
fountain -

The very next stanza using Persemone, as the river spirit from the underworld, "glaring with eyes of forgotten seasons" is so powerful in projecting the metaphorical analogy of what comes next:

a reminder that with
love comes forgotten
days, sleepless nights
..............................

I am amazed that this was not a winner. It was to me a winner in the mind of sad hearts.

I think there's a lot of sincerity in this poem, regardless of the over-all atmosphere which you have penned in making it weary with little tension..

Anyway, I think your imagery are quite provoking because they have the ability to make you ponder and really think hard of the messages you want to deliver.

Excellent.

I can't get over this.

<3<3<3<3<3<3

"Piiirrseeephone meh-sseng oh Finga ow 2"

<3<3

Oh, another amazing piece. You are really a clever poet and writer, Ma'am. Your word of choice is really perfect. The ideas conveyed here was peculiar and a real resplendent piece. Very well-done:))
~C

I definitely didn't give this a proper comment before, and it's a poem lingering in my favorite poems section, so I definitely need to come back to it lol

Oh lily pads, MEL you just have such a love for these things lol. I don't know your connection to them, perhaps thats one of the only images you use now that I can't connect. And I have to remember, your December is summertime, not cold like it is here :)

I think this poem finally clicked. Here you are, reveling in your emotions and boom, you fall into the underworld and disturb everything you thought you had. You feel all these things and mirror yourself as Persephone, angry and wounded, either literally or figuratively. That pain will make you forget so much, even the good things, and your sleepless nights will ache in more ways than you could ever imagine. I love the repetition of forgotten here. It brings the sense of loneliness to reality.

And then that slight ounce of hope at the very end, your silver lining. Of course things will get better and the hard days only make you stronger and more appreciative of those good days that are always around somewhere. I love that you had such a strong desire of optimism here. It was written in a sad way, but I get the jist. This is so beautiful and vulnerable.