Comments : Poetry Gust

  • 2 years ago

    by Hellon

    This is a stunning piece and I'm annoyed that, for the moment anyway, it has fallen into the black abyss of the 'weekend' posts. I hope it will come up for nomination tomorrow but...I'm not sure it will.

  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    As Hellon says, it's a shame this can't be nominated at present, but really, what matter? That cannot diminish what is a very fine piece of writing.

    Take care, Rania

  • 2 years ago

    by Rania Moallem

    Thank you guys <3 so SWEET of you!

  • 2 years ago

    by Michael

    Wow! Rania, a lovely piece of writing, reflecting on tragedy and grief. Such wonderful imagery all the way through, albeit a saddened tale.
    Much love

  • 2 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    This holds so much of emotion and the imagery is stunning
    and at the same time it grabs the reader's attention...well done!!!

  • 2 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    done. I had to nominate <3

  • 2 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Superb imagery that takes the reader on an emotional imagery. Very glad to see it nominated. Milly x

  • 2 years ago

    by Catchy

    I love the creativity and choice of words for this poem. It perfectly captured a moment of a reader/writer briefly and simple. The subject used is unique and interesting which makes this poem standout as well as prove how the nomination for this piece is well-deserved.

  • 2 years ago

    by Jamie

    Congrats on the win

  • 2 years ago

    by Reelo


  • 2 years ago

    by IdTakeABulletForYou

    Judge's Comment:

    This poem exemplifies the moment you are hit with poetic inspiration, the painful and exhilarating feeling that both lights up your soul and tears you apart. Rania has done a magnificent job at setting the scene in the first verse, and aptly describing the inspiration as a “cold gust of poetry” that directly correlates to the verse before. The fear of losing that train of thought, losing that inspiration, is embodied in the phrase “hope strangled me”, and describing paper as “the dying trees” is a pure stroke of genius. The autumn/winter metaphors for writing keep the setting, allowing you to feel that chill and the last three verses really hit home… all the words, the feelings that go through your head as you pour the right ones onto the page, they are many and they take their toll.