07-28-2015, 10:41 PM
(07-28-2015, 10:15 AM)billy Wrote: a really good effort with the meter brenkin. in parts i think you chose meter over quality.
blew through the meadow with a roar.
could have been something like;
roared through the meadow
for meter
that raced through the meadow; a roar
that swept the earth beneath it’s feet i changed [and] to [that] for the example
the multiple use of unforgiving wind weakens it and the title
the poem does work on more the one level, hardship or a fight against the odds being one of them. a suggestion would be to to choose quality over meter than work on the meter if you want one, or now you have the meter work on the content in order to strengthen it.
(07-27-2015, 05:07 PM)Brenkin Wrote: The Unforgiving Wind
A stiff and unforgiving wind,
blew through the meadow with a roar.
And swept the earth beneath it’s feet
while tumbling through the greenery.
I stand erect, intent on grit. should it be stood it feels like the tense has changed but i could and often am wrong![]()
To face the unforgiving wind. cliche
It’s force cannot have hold on me, [its]
I will not yield, I will not yield.
The wind however did not cease,
and gradually it weakened me.
Reluctantly, I have to quit.
My body simply must submit.
And get swept by the unforgiving wind.
(07-28-2015, 11:16 AM)Mark A Becker Wrote: Hi Brenkin-- lemme have a look and see what i can offer...How about "my last hurrah, against the wind", instead of "to face the unforgiving wind", I want to stick to meter, as I'm hesitant to venture in to free verse as I don't really know how to write quality free verse.
The Unforgiving Wind
A stiff and unforgiving wind,
blew through the meadow with a roar.
And swept the earth beneath it’s feet its (not it is feet) what feet? the earths?
while tumbling through the greenery."swept"? or "tumbling"?
I stand erect, intent on grit.
To face the unforgiving wind.
It’s force cannot have hold on me,
I will not yield, I will not yield.
The wind however did not cease,
and gradually it weakened me.
Reluctantly, I have to quit.
My body simply must submit.
And get swept by the unforgiving wind.
Not much of a story here I'm afraid. Sort of another way of saying that you're getting blown away.
There is very sparse imagery, and images show the reader what it is you are seeing/felling/etc... More images please. A lot more images...
As for the imagery, I don't want to play it up, as the heart of the poem is metaphorical. More imagery imo isn't needed because it doesn't add to the metaphor, only detracts from it. (I could definitely be wrong, but that's why I added less imagery).
and by it's in that line I meant the wind, not the earth.

