Four Years Old
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I remember the afternoons and the light.
The white wardrobe would play(ed)
hide-and-seek with me as I climbed
in and out. My water-filled baton
spun me until I felt weightless
as the purple glitter inside.

The concrete jungle-gym
would h(e)ld me on its shoulders
and showed me a playground
(peopled as after the rapture). There's something clunky about this for me. I'm not sure of the image you're showing me - emptiness? dead bodies?

My brother would go (went) away
to school and mom would do(did) dishes in silence. I really like this line, you've said so much about loss.
She was a tree whose leaves were green
only at the very top. This is a strong closing image; OK it's confusing, but I like that.

You've really pared down your poem from the first draft. It feels a lot more focused. My main moan is about the use of 'would' - I prefer a simple past tense overall. The repetition becomes (dare I say it?) wooden.

You've shown a particular place and time, and peopled it. The mood, of happiness and melancholy, nicely balanced. I liked the colours, purple and green - two of my favourites.
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Four Years Old - by Lizzie - 06-20-2016, 04:23 PM
RE: Four Years Old -- any level of critique welcome! - by just mercedes - 07-08-2016, 10:48 AM
RE: Four Years Old - by Lizzie - 03-25-2017, 06:41 AM
RE: Four Years Old - by CarrieChristo - 03-31-2017, 01:21 PM
RE: Four Years Old - by Lizzie - 04-03-2017, 05:46 AM
RE: Four Years Old - by Todd - 03-31-2017, 02:37 PM
RE: Four Years Old - by Lizzie - 04-03-2017, 07:09 AM
RE: Four Years Old - by CRNDLSM - 04-03-2017, 02:20 AM
RE: Four Years Old - by QDeathstar - 04-03-2017, 06:06 AM



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