Comments : Sentiments of a Survivor

  • 11 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    I honestly enjoy reading your poems, they all have a certain style to it a deep meaning. .

  • 11 years ago

    by Yrem Crish

    What a beautiful acrostic poem....I really enjoy in reading this piece. The flows in every line is really amazing...the rhythm and the scheme is neatly describe, though it is a long poem but in has an arousal scenery that the readers didn't bored to read it, it is vividly written. I really like your imagery and metaphors used here..the emotion is powerful and the feeling is clearly stated. Over all, it is a great job!
    Job well done and deserve to rate in excellent!
    5/5-C

  • 11 years ago

    by Akerele1 Segun22

    My,my, you never stop perplexing me with your wonderful piece. So beautiful like the writer. Keep it up,honorable sister.

  • 11 years ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    First, I would suggest you correct a few spelling and syntax issues:
    breezeful = breezy; been spring = bean? (As in string-beans), being? (As in being springy); neutralise = neutralize; savoury = savory; yearn = yearning; towards = toward; lushful = lush; Monalisa = Mona Lisa; i've = I've; quilt; eases = quilt eases.
    Once you sounded as if you were in a chat room ("Sickly me lies sadly"). Some phrases were difficult to pin down: "Rancid gutter fly to my room" seems to depict the smell of the street gutter, but it is stilted; "valiant traits cloak my spirit" doesn't convey anything to me; likewise with "fresh air I fight for in the angle of my comforter."

    Second, when doing a form poem, you should take into account the actual line breaks forced on you by the platform. In the case of PnQ, your initial lines here are doubled, disrupting the acrostic scheme. Shorter lines will avoid that, allowing your initial lines to reflect the chosen letters.

    Despite these distractions, the poetic content is engaging. Your experience is described of awakening, parched, late in the morning, still in that dream-state where the real is permeated with the surreal. Dissatisfied with your current life, you ache to move on to the next stage, yet you feel mired in the waiting, as if needing a prompt to step up, much like the roar of your parent to arise to the new day. Yet, contemplating the change brings doubt and stress, as if remaining 'in bed' will let you avoid the terror of the new. It is the stench of the sameness of your current life that finally will prompt you to advance yourself. On the other hand, don't wait too long for a sign from God, it may have already appeared.

  • 11 years ago

    by Paul Gondwe

    This is a new form of acrostic to me. Am not really familiar with them but this is wonderful. Once again, you amaze me with your wide knowledge of words.

  • Slit incisions on my caramel skin, left me shivering;
    in the arms of the foggy breezeful abode.

    ^^
    This has quite a sad somewhat dark beginning. To me it sounds as though you have been assaulted/abused ... This beginning seems to set the mood.
    I shall read on. (:

    Elation is enveloped by trauma;
    wrinkling my thoughts, far from been springy.

    ^^
    I liked this statement - it was completely unique to me. All your happiness is sapped by the situation that you have been put in.
    'far from been springy' should read (I think) as: 'far from BEING springy ..?

    Nibbling my lips, my arid throat craves for thirst;
    to neutralise my taste for a moist savoury.

    ^^
    Vivid imagery here. Great word choice.

    Trapped in the tide of the blazing Sahara;
    I live to satisfy my yearn, floating in the sunburnt.

    ^^
    Again some unique statements here.
    I love how you twisted the first line - as though the Sahara was an ocean with a 'tide' - it truly emphasises the point of thirst due to no water. 'Floating in the sunburnt' -- I really liked that!

    Ivy blooms towards my room, through the walls;
    from the lushful vine of earth.

    ^^
    Here it is as though you have dreamed what is above... or perhaps an hallucination from the lack of water or memories..?

    Muddy aura of mine gathers wishes to bathe me;
    driving menace in my stale life.

    ^^
    'Muddy' again that implication of water - a necessity in a dry place in order to survive.

    Eagerly waiting for the beam of Monalisa; a portrait,
    forever assures me for a cheery end.

    ^^
    I liked the addition of Monalisa into the piece it was cleverly infused.

    Nothing can break me; i've battled with wits and souls,
    awaiting my accord as a survivor.

    ^^
    I like the strength behind these words. They're spoken of a true survivor. (:

    Triumphs are for willing persons;
    crowned with the Glory of God, in His shelter of light.

    ^^
    the first line in these two lines, imply (to me) that we must be willing to do the work before we can triumph, before we can be the hero or the survivor or whatever - we need to be determined to succeed for such glory to be bequeathed.

    Sable quilt; eases me on my bed,
    while listening to the drizzles from the dim blue-sky.

    ^^
    Again, I feel with the words you suggest these traumas are a dream or hallucination..?

    Orange paint smeared on the wall;
    reflects fresh rosy affection, to my heart in blues.

    ^^
    'heart in blues' - a beautiful way to write such a thing. Very clever and unique.

    Freezing me; fresh air I fight for in the angle of my comforter,
    luring me to my hurtful memories.

    ^^
    So these are memories - true nightmares - that you have written above..?

    Arise my daughter, a soprano voice echoes;
    startling me at noon, thunder roars;
    alerting the gushing of rainfall.

    ^^
    I like the theme of water throughout the piece, it's cleverly underlined in each stanza.

    Sickly me lies sadly, pondering on my nightmare;
    that hunts weakling nerves of mine.

    ^^
    'Sickly me' -- I wasn't sure I liked this at first because it's not great grammatically, but it does make sense and still works in the piece. It is once again, quite a cleverly written segment of the poem - all of it is really.

    Urchins sing in the rain; happily absorbed into
    their moment of exult; longing to see moody me rejoicing forever.

    ^^
    'moody me rejoicing forever' - this somewhat implies (to me) that with success your attitude to life will also change, that you are able to be content ..?

    Rancid gutter fly to my room;
    polluting my airy sandalwood essence in the room.

    ^^
    The 'room' at the end of each of these lines throws of the flow slightly - maybe it's just me - I think that perhaps you don't need the words after 'essence' in the second line here, they seem unnecessary as you have already stated that it is within your room in the first line here.

    Valiant traits cloak my spirit to enliven me;
    in my ocean of worries.

    ^^
    Love this line!! (:

    Inches away to the pane on the wall;
    I closed the window, shielding the room from the stink outside.

    ^^
    I kind of think that you are in the city (rather than in the Sahara) - pollution tends to run more thickly within the city... and I feel like if you weren't in the city the air would be fresher, less of a stench than what you imply - or is this a metaphor I'm completely missing..?

    Velvet scarf tied loosely on my head; warms my hair,
    from the chill wind from the downpour.

    ^^
    Beautiful imagery - a really great description here, makes it seem so lifelike and perhaps to you it is/was

    Omen of eternal joy sprinkles, echoes the voice again;
    wondering I seek, in the depth of my heart.

    ^^
    That second line, to me, it implies that you don't have the full knowledge or that you yearn to know more ...

    Reminiscing about my trial; I stand by the curtain,
    watching the sprinkles, a sign of new life; from The Puissant.

    ^^
    I need to look up 'The Puissant' -- unsure what that is.

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    OVERALL;
    WOW! This piece is filled with such unique and creative lines - such fantastic word choice and arrangement for that matter. I love the deep meaning - which I hope I haven't misconstrued entirely (eek!)
    And until I glimpsed 'crishmerl' comment - I had NO IDEA that this was even an acrostic poem - (I really need to pay more attention, haha) - it just flowed so smoothly line from line that I didn't even notice (because a lot of acrostics I have read tend to be noticably forcing lines with the beginning letter out and it ruins it somewhat)

    NEVER STOP WRITING!
    You're too good to lose. (:

    Well penned, my friend. 5/5