Blueprint

Judge comments:

The first stanza oozes sensuality and sexiness. Tousled is a word that instantly makes me think of between-the-sheets action lol. I love the use of elbowroom here in the poem as well, I felt it was an interesting way she wrote it but also very creative and fun. It's a great way to describe.. that act. The second stanza reminded of the scene from Titanic in the car... with the handprint. I love the way she penned this. The ending was the only part I took issue with.. I wasn't fond of the "faucet of my soul".. I liked the faucet metaphor but not so fond of the soul. With how creative this piece was I felt that was on the cliche side. I really adore the sandpaper idea as well, such a contrast to the rest of the poem.

Great scattering of alliteration. I think you're one of some poets on this site who uses metaphor creatively and uniquely. It's refreshing reading through your works and each poem that you submit seem to have been cut from a different fabric from the previous one. It's just that some writers have their (let's say) own "signature". I'll admit I have used certain metaphors, imagery, symbols etc., a time or two in different poems. Perhaps because they're personal, they mean something to me. But it does get old, and as writers, I think we all strive to find new things, create new metaphors and such. That's why I find your style, your writing (in its entirety) inspiring and as I've said, refreshing. I hope you continue writing. Also, a little nitpicking here: blueprint--one word?

This poem is finely honed and so original there is no need of a blue print ... awesome

Splendidly Written, Simply Wonderful Hannah!!!

Hannah,
I loved the title! That really struck me first off and drew me in, and then how the poem tied in with it...Life is a blue print, it's already written for us, and what we do with it is how it becomes for us...(if that makes sense)...

What really hit me in this poem is how we are always searching for something more than what we have, how we live somewhere that doesn't feel like home. We are trapped in what we have and don't see what that is.

I know I'm rambling and I'm not actually making sense, but I loved this...that's it really.

So smooth and thought provoking