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Sandra
Sandra drank.
She raged, she bored,
she dropped, she lost,
she hurt, she broke,
she forgot and we turned away.
It happened again.
We turned away. It happened again.
It happened again, we turned away.
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Comment by: Sophia - 2008-01-16 05:44
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| there's a lot of power packed into these lines. The repetition works to strengthen the impact of the piece and what the narrator is saying. It's very simply put, which is part of what makes it so strong. I like the full stop at the end of the first line as well, it makes it stand out and breaks up the rhythm. |
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| Wonderful! ***** :) |
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Comment by: madmonk - 2008-01-08 23:02
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| I liked the repetitions, It definitely makes impact what sandra was going through. |
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Comment by: Ithiya - 2008-01-07 17:20
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| Wow. It makes me question myself, is that the point? I don't really know the ebb and form of poetry other than the type I write myself, but it does make me wonder, if I've ever been the one to turn away... |
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| I liked the feel of this as I read it. Rather thrown though by the comments regarding the 'we'/scottishsong and once more must remind myself to always place comments before reading reviews of others. Interestingly I play guitar and have come across this type of scottish folky rythmn before (Richard Thompson is a fine example) |
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