The Special People.
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The Special People
LiteraryFailure.

She's passionate-
And she blows.
She's promiscuous like a naughty teen from her toes to her hair.
She likes to be here, there, everywhere.

He's rage-filled-
People always think the worst.
He's fighting and flickering,
as if two personalities are bickering.

She's silent-
And loving.
You'd walk all over her day after day
but a bitter word she will never say.

He's busy-
He is always on the move.
He holds you up safe and sound
but a hole in your plan and you'll hit his ground.

Air, Fire, Earth, Water,
Take me out in your weather-slaughter,
Take me up via lightning stairs,
As you continue your worldly affairs.
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I like your take on the personification of the elements. Very cute! Though I think in the first stanza, you need to change the word promiscuous: DEFINITELY not appropriate to describe someone "childlike" (promiscuous refers to sexual behavior)
PS. If you can, try your hand at giving some of the others a bit of feedback. If you already have, thanks, can you do some more?
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(11-22-2010, 11:30 PM)LiteraryFailure Wrote:  
The Special People
LiteraryFailure.

She's passionate-
And she blows.
She's promiscuous like a naughty teen from her toes to her hair.
She likes to be here, there, everywhere.

He's rage-filled-
People always think the worst.
He's fighting and flickering,
as if two personalities are bickering. [the end rhyme feels a forced]

She's silent-
And loving.
You'd walk all over her day after day
but a bitter word she will never say. [no need for but]

He's busy-
He is always on the move.
He holds you up safe and sound
but a hole in your plan and you'll hit his ground.

Air, Fire, Earth, Water,
Take me out in your weather-slaughter,
Take me up via lightning stairs,
As you continue your worldly affairs.
the content is obvious,
i really like the last verse,
for me the poem needs an edit which incorporates at least one strong image in each verse.

ie;
wind:

she's all bustle and bluster and cuts like a knife;
rips the wig off your head and the dress off your wife
will flirt like a school girl and and kiss like a tramp
while ripping up houses and blowing out lamps.
not the greatest of images i know but it will show what i meant.

i like the concept of anthropomorphising the elements though with a poem like this it has to be a little stronger i think.

thanks for the read LF
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