She spends her summer
seeking to boot the sun into outer-space.
I dream each night of consequence-
dreading the day I wake at dawn,
to an empty garden
swing.
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Comments
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nice job. i liked it. thanks for enteringa nd good luck.
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Your image was more concise in this one and the subtle images really were lovely. -
Well, considering it is Summer in Ohio and hot and humid, I'd like to boot that shining bastard a couple thousand light years further away myself.
Thank you for entering the "Fight for the Gold" Contest it is appreciated, best of luck to you...Scott


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I really like this..
so unique and beautifully crafted.
Best of luck & thanks for entering
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this is kind of sad,but well penned, love the picture it represents though, thank you for this entry...good luck
Linda

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I like the use of "she" in S1 and the use of "I" in S2... it is almost as if the author is not able to face the anger, fear or rage they hold and must render it in the third person... modified slightly in the now first person account of the second stanza you transition from dream to waking, a further slow unveiling...
and the final image makes the reasoning for it quite obvious
excellent work
al

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What a haunting image this is...
well done.

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That last line makes me just want to sigh...


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consequences and the empty garden swing..very creative write of longing and the dread of waking up alone. I marvel at the unique writes I read and yours is one of them.. well done!

Jo

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Yes, there are consequences to all actions.Dreams are there to be fulfilled so perhaps you could both have a game of football


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Ah, thirty- one words posted with care and packaged with bubble-wrap, causes, consciences, motifs and motives, all causes have consequences, here you show the reader that one love reaching for a stellar orbit may equate to lonlieness, for when someone reaches for the stars that may have a certain glitterrati they can, irrevocably, lend themselves to a party of one, which is, no fun for anyone.


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The opening imagery is really wonderful, I simply love the idea of pulling back my foot and kick-booting the sun into the beyond...it gives a huge sense of control and immeasurable space/time which is then brought small and tight again by the confines of an empty swing. Really wonderful.


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kool beanz
it was different and different is good!!!
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Your versifying style doesn't spare adjectives to define one single thing. But what do you care? You convey whatever you feel like in Poetry. And that's what I call freedom.
I'm not here to see rhythm, metre or sing-songs: I'm here for the authenticity.
You define 'longing' by the simple fact of drawing raw images, cue the verb 'boot' for a smile, instead of delicacies of lexicon such as 'shine on' or the cliche 'burn out.'
Hey, undermine those consequences and the doozy will be pristine. But, no, that's no flaw at all.
This is entirely unembellished as it is realistic.
Gryte!
Keep well,
'Anna


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this gets progressively more guarded
does that make sense?
the edits objectify it
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Your opening image is startling and the skill with which you shift the tone of the piece to a not-to-be contemplated thought is an excellent example of dramatic possibility in such a short format. Brilliantly effective.
Bill

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this is sad... and moving. Amazing images as usual. Could see the sun flying into outerspace. . . this is great Alex. well done.
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Fanks, Emmy.
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Cosmic melancholy. I like it.


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Hey thanks, pixie. How are ya today?
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I've returned to the land of the living. Had a helluva time gettin out of bed, though.
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