Comments : How Now

  • 6 years ago

    by Rusheena

    This blew me away; it's nostalgic because it instantly brought me back to the first time I read a poem with image. It's called "Onions", by William Matthews (http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/26735).

    I love the imagery in this. It makes a typical morning seem like an adventure, and it makes me feel like I'm the only enjoying that breakfast. There were a few minor grammar and punctuation errors, and I didn't quite get that last line. But I absolutely loved this poem! Keep it up!

  • 6 years ago

    by Andrew Packard

    Its about nothing is really very important throughout the day so memories fade away....

    into little pin points like the dots on a bambi.

    The fire going out is the end of the day or the end of youth or death, or just the passion to give a shit....