Adrift In a Covenless World
Ekphrasic free verse17 total reviews
Comment from Leineco
I'm so glad I decided to check back in and see if I had missed
any submissions for this challenge!
I love that you chose NOT to take this picture literally, but rather
to be inspired by the hinted isolationist undertone - it made for
a truly interesting commentary on the way concerns about "fitting
in" can lead to worry and fear. . .undermine self-confidence.
Well done Michael :-)
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I'm so glad I decided to check back in and see if I had missed
any submissions for this challenge!
I love that you chose NOT to take this picture literally, but rather
to be inspired by the hinted isolationist undertone - it made for
a truly interesting commentary on the way concerns about "fitting
in" can lead to worry and fear. . .undermine self-confidence.
Well done Michael :-)
Comment Written 05-Nov-2017
Comment from Giddy Nielsen-Sweep
FanStory seems to be changing, Its heart and soul is changing. I like your poem anyway, Mikey. I think you have developed into a sensitive writer who writes from your heart and soul. Even though this was a witch based poem, it was an interesting concept and written with style, Giddy
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FanStory seems to be changing, Its heart and soul is changing. I like your poem anyway, Mikey. I think you have developed into a sensitive writer who writes from your heart and soul. Even though this was a witch based poem, it was an interesting concept and written with style, Giddy
Comment Written 03-Nov-2017
Comment from Pearl Edwards
Seems an outsider is an outsider wherever they be.
This works well with the picture provided from the POV of the witch wandering the road, that can no longer fly.
Enjoyed it, well done mike,
cheers.
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Seems an outsider is an outsider wherever they be.
This works well with the picture provided from the POV of the witch wandering the road, that can no longer fly.
Enjoyed it, well done mike,
cheers.
Comment Written 03-Nov-2017
Comment from artemis53
Okay. I got this one even though it's only my interpretation. To fit in one must be of the same and shed themselves of their uniqueness. When isolated from the band we seem to wane in power (not fly) but I don't believe that to be true. I think it gives me power when I shed the expectations of others and go on my predestined way. I also think that I will know it when I 'arrive.' To myself it doesn't matter since I had no say so in it anyway.
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Okay. I got this one even though it's only my interpretation. To fit in one must be of the same and shed themselves of their uniqueness. When isolated from the band we seem to wane in power (not fly) but I don't believe that to be true. I think it gives me power when I shed the expectations of others and go on my predestined way. I also think that I will know it when I 'arrive.' To myself it doesn't matter since I had no say so in it anyway.
Comment Written 02-Nov-2017
Comment from Barb Hensongispsaca
Just like today...where do we fit in? Our clothes, our hat, our manner, thrown out of society, where do we fit in? Nicely done ekphrastic.
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Just like today...where do we fit in? Our clothes, our hat, our manner, thrown out of society, where do we fit in? Nicely done ekphrastic.
Comment Written 01-Nov-2017
Comment from Nika2016
Some souls fit in nowhere as their uniqueness outshines the crowds...but we are talking about witches here and those who label as such. A unique poem of Halloween.
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Some souls fit in nowhere as their uniqueness outshines the crowds...but we are talking about witches here and those who label as such. A unique poem of Halloween.
Comment Written 01-Nov-2017
Comment from Gloria ....
I think this is a brilliant interpretation of artwork for the Picture This group. It's introspective rather descriptive and the wistful tone of acceptance is perfectly apropos the lonely witch on her broom.
Your sardonic wit is neither bitter nor caustic and the final question about what will be my stake does cause a sudden aha moment. We can't really help but be what we are, if we are truly to be what we are. lol. If that makes any sense.
Super job with this beauty.
Ange
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I think this is a brilliant interpretation of artwork for the Picture This group. It's introspective rather descriptive and the wistful tone of acceptance is perfectly apropos the lonely witch on her broom.
Your sardonic wit is neither bitter nor caustic and the final question about what will be my stake does cause a sudden aha moment. We can't really help but be what we are, if we are truly to be what we are. lol. If that makes any sense.
Super job with this beauty.
Ange
Comment Written 01-Nov-2017
Comment from Gypsy Blue Rose
Hello, Michael,
I always feel like a stranger, like I don't fit in so I know what this poem is about. You are the king of free verse and your presentations are always awesome. Good job sweetie pie.
Gypsy Queen Hugs
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Hello, Michael,
I always feel like a stranger, like I don't fit in so I know what this poem is about. You are the king of free verse and your presentations are always awesome. Good job sweetie pie.
Gypsy Queen Hugs
Comment Written 01-Nov-2017
Comment from patcelaw
Many times when we feel we don't fit in because of what we wear or what and how we say it. It could be true, but it will be their loss when they do not allow us to fit in. Patricia
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Many times when we feel we don't fit in because of what we wear or what and how we say it. It could be true, but it will be their loss when they do not allow us to fit in. Patricia
Comment Written 01-Nov-2017
Comment from Pantygynt
Behind all the razzmatazz of the modern halloween lies the memoris from four hundred years ago. The age of the witch hunts when to be accused of witchcraft was to be guilty of it. This poem harks back to those days when the society of the times came down like a ton of bricks on those who were outsiders, who failed to conform. This poem captures the essence of the outsider and her fate in those days. There are some excellent double meanings in this as well. A cleverly written piece of free verse with tempting hints of rhyme here and there.
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Behind all the razzmatazz of the modern halloween lies the memoris from four hundred years ago. The age of the witch hunts when to be accused of witchcraft was to be guilty of it. This poem harks back to those days when the society of the times came down like a ton of bricks on those who were outsiders, who failed to conform. This poem captures the essence of the outsider and her fate in those days. There are some excellent double meanings in this as well. A cleverly written piece of free verse with tempting hints of rhyme here and there.
Comment Written 01-Nov-2017
