I love the simple but effective simile of a tree in a storm. This poem has three quite different stages. I like how it builds from concrete to abstract in such a short time. Beautifully worded and unfortunately so relatable...
Firstly, I wish I had a nomination left. Secondly, "My body still croaks and ages like oak in a windstorm" really is a wonderful simile, MA.
I do know this feeling. Sometimes, you have to wonder if life is quite as easy as it should be...
I love heavy short poems!!
And I may be repeating what’s been already said, but I do love the simile here as well; the feeling is brought up and conveyed very easily with it.
“My mind never has the right
The word “never” here left me wondering, how long has it been or have you ever been in ease?
I have been reminded of many things, one of which is insomnia.. Something many people go through and is just like the windstorm that affects ones day.
Very short for being this deep. I love this MA, I also wish Ben had a nomination left :)