11-27-2013, 05:55 AM
(11-27-2013, 12:10 AM)Charlesjoseph Wrote: If you live in tornado ally, one quickly learns, No. If you live, YOU learn. If one lives, ONE learns. Don't mix.
storm sirens are not something one should take lightly, In fact, I would start again.Drop the"one" completely. It is pretentious.
So when the twister touched down in Greensburg,
Bobby and Joan were already hiding in the root cellar. See. There isn't one there's two
Childless, beneath the floorboards of their home,Childless? Your point is? Were they dogless? Goldfishless? What IS the connection to the subfloorboard situation. Every word MUST count for something.
with enough food and water to last them about a week,
they huddled in the damp dark and consoled each other,
while everything above ground perished in the wind. You have become non-poetic. Why? No rhythm, rhyme, meter...give me something. This is just narrative.
At dawn in the cruel silence of dead roosters and cattle,
those still alive assembled to mourn over ruble, Ah,those Russians. Anything for a buck...er...ruble. Czech before posting.
the town an atomized prairie desperate for emergency aid. dramatic overkill here
Nine months later, a miraculous boom of rainbows. Sure beats the shit out'a me. He gave her one, huh? Is that it? Needs more flesh. I have to think more than you wrote. Not good
You had only a breeze to play in. You never brewed up the storm. This is a thin effort. Sorry.
Best,
tectak
I was thinking that i may want to shape this poem like a tornado but I'd have to research the form because i've never done anything like that before. If anyone has advice on that it would be much appreciated.
Chazz


