by Sylvia
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I agree with Miss Take, the first verses drew me in and then the storm came. As I read the first verses, I could actually imagine the insects and butterflies meeting to have a "party" and the things they would do. Good job. 5/5 |
by The Prince
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This is so beautiful with intense and descriptive imagery. The ending was so so saddening...A great write from you, and well out of your comfort zone too. Well done!! |
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"In the middle of the forest all insects had gathered |
by Cara
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Ingrid! How could you make it end so sadly? That was so sad.. anyways, |
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This was definatly different from anything youve written before. I noticed that it was different in several ways. I don't normally see you writing nature poems at all, so it was nice to see you stepping out of your comfort zone and writing a nature poem for once and not another love poem. Secondly, it was a rather lengthly poem.. normally your poems are short and to the point but you took a longer time on this one and you could definatly see that as you read. I think this is one of your best ones that Ive seen in a long time.. it shows that you put a lot of time into it, and it wasnt just a 10-15 minute poem that portrayed a short thought that Ive heard in many poems before. This was different in several ways, like I said. Impressive write, I loved it.. a story almost. I found it so beautiful in the beginning and midway through, it became really sad and the end just ended on a sad note.. but anyways, the poem was great.. the transition from happy to sad in this poem was smooth.. |
by Rachel RTVW
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What a sad ending! The piece is full of vivid, picture painting imagery. Good word choice. I do love the nature poems as I am anxiously awaiting spring! Nicely done. |
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Beautifully Penned, Exquisite in Evwry Word, A Most Charming Read. |
by anand singh
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Ingrid, you have an awesome ability to take any subjesct and turning it into something beautiful and charming. |
by Kate
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I love nature poems like this. Giving an unusual life to something you'd never imagine would be doing those things. |
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How sad, but a truly delightful poem Ingrid. |