The Wind
rhyming quatrains169 total reviews
Comment from G.B. Smith
Hi Brooke
Sawyer is very astute. I would have just stared at the fans and thought nothing. Children today truly are more spot on that I was at that age
Bear
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2014
Hi Brooke
Sawyer is very astute. I would have just stared at the fans and thought nothing. Children today truly are more spot on that I was at that age
Bear
Comment Written 21-Jan-2014
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2014
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Bear, thanks so much. A couple months ago he kept saying star while eating his blueberries. When his mother said, No, you're eating a blueberry, not a star, he turned the berry toward her and pointed at the place where the removed stem had left a mark looking just like a star. LOL :-) Brooke
Comment from ILovePoetry!
Well this sure is a fun and jumpy poem! You really turned something we take for granted into a great work of art. You captured the moment in such simple words. "As creatures huddle from the chills" - I can just picture little forest animals (deer, rabbits, fox) just chattering while the wind is whistling, howling. Great work!
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2014
Well this sure is a fun and jumpy poem! You really turned something we take for granted into a great work of art. You captured the moment in such simple words. "As creatures huddle from the chills" - I can just picture little forest animals (deer, rabbits, fox) just chattering while the wind is whistling, howling. Great work!
Comment Written 21-Jan-2014
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2014
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ILovePoetry, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from fastdigits
Certainly a topical poem for this arctic
chill that has blanketed the East. your
words play this harmonic melody that
sticks in your mind and dances around
like the wind itself with no escape until
it pirouettes to the end of the screen.
Well done
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2014
Certainly a topical poem for this arctic
chill that has blanketed the East. your
words play this harmonic melody that
sticks in your mind and dances around
like the wind itself with no escape until
it pirouettes to the end of the screen.
Well done
Comment Written 21-Jan-2014
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2014
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thank you so much, fastdigits :-) Brooke
Comment from elchupakabra
This was a really cool piece, especially the nice personification of Wind, that was a nice touch. Are you tired of me telling you how good your flow is yet? Seriously though, your work with meter is outstanding. Excellent job constructing another classic, thanks for sharing.
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2014
This was a really cool piece, especially the nice personification of Wind, that was a nice touch. Are you tired of me telling you how good your flow is yet? Seriously though, your work with meter is outstanding. Excellent job constructing another classic, thanks for sharing.
Comment Written 21-Jan-2014
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2014
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elchupakabra, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from Caressa_08
Sawyer is very observant & you caught the wind, describing it very poetically with good examples of its effect.. This rhyming poem, as the wind isn't all in Home Depot, he is experiencing, it's outside naturally and very powerful....Thanks for letting us know....C.
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2014
Sawyer is very observant & you caught the wind, describing it very poetically with good examples of its effect.. This rhyming poem, as the wind isn't all in Home Depot, he is experiencing, it's outside naturally and very powerful....Thanks for letting us know....C.
Comment Written 21-Jan-2014
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2014
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Caressa, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from MM lives on :)
Hey Brooke...nice alliteration start here in...wind is whooshing... the last stanza tickled me fancy in an old English style cadence
The world will cower as Wind spills
its frigid cold 'mongst vales and hills,
for neither fox nor fleetest hare
will e'er outrun its bitter air. (awesome possum) :)
LOVED IT!
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2014
Hey Brooke...nice alliteration start here in...wind is whooshing... the last stanza tickled me fancy in an old English style cadence
The world will cower as Wind spills
its frigid cold 'mongst vales and hills,
for neither fox nor fleetest hare
will e'er outrun its bitter air. (awesome possum) :)
LOVED IT!
Comment Written 21-Jan-2014
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2014
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Christopher, thank you so much. With the snowstorm my cable connection is going in and out, so if I don't reciprocate a review, be assured I will add your name to the list of people I owe :-) Brooke
Comment from crookedtoes
I'll give you six stars, for your poem's very good. Yes...winter does blow hard for all that it could. For the earth's getting "warmer" if you can believe that. With the arctic blasts daily, we need coats and hat. As the grey days of winter continue to blow. We are continually,constantly blinded by snow. Until once again spring will soon win the day. When we can enjoy it to fish, run or play.
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2014
I'll give you six stars, for your poem's very good. Yes...winter does blow hard for all that it could. For the earth's getting "warmer" if you can believe that. With the arctic blasts daily, we need coats and hat. As the grey days of winter continue to blow. We are continually,constantly blinded by snow. Until once again spring will soon win the day. When we can enjoy it to fish, run or play.
Comment Written 21-Jan-2014
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2014
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Thanks so much, Crooked. I appreciate the generous stars and thoughtful comments :-) Brooke
Comment from LorraineK
A very well written poem about the power and affect of the wind. Couldn't figure out how the illustration went with the poem until I realized that the litle boy was blowing wind! Very clever. Good luck in the contest. LorraineK
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2014
A very well written poem about the power and affect of the wind. Couldn't figure out how the illustration went with the poem until I realized that the litle boy was blowing wind! Very clever. Good luck in the contest. LorraineK
Comment Written 21-Jan-2014
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2014
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Lorraine, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from babylonia
Brooke,
This is a little man who sees windmills and helicopters while the rest of us see ceiling fans. LOL Another awesome poem that goes so well with the inspirational Sawyer.
Love,
Barbara
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2014
Brooke,
This is a little man who sees windmills and helicopters while the rest of us see ceiling fans. LOL Another awesome poem that goes so well with the inspirational Sawyer.
Love,
Barbara
Comment Written 21-Jan-2014
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2014
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Barbara, thank you so much :-) Brooke
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Brooke,
You are very welcome.
Love,
Barbara
Comment from barkingdog
This is a delightful personification of 'wind'(raging grows; puffs its chest and fills its lungs)
I always enjoy your fine rhyming quatrains.
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2014
This is a delightful personification of 'wind'(raging grows; puffs its chest and fills its lungs)
I always enjoy your fine rhyming quatrains.
Comment Written 21-Jan-2014
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2014
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Ellen, thank you so much :-) Brooke