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Sep 07, 2016
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Winter blues
The sun hides its watery shame
In sullen skies of moody hues
Shrouding us in fear and blame
Storm clouds spreading winter blues
— Joan Rolls, Sep 07, 2016
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About This Poem
Last Few Words: Just finished our winter here, its been a challenging one! Crawling out of the black hole now and looking forward to better mental and physical health.
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Critiques
Geezer
9 years 9 months ago
Yes...
We still have our winter to look forward to! Not for at least a couple of months I hope, but too soon for me anyways! Yes, that is the way that winter usually affects me. I like the poem's brevity, but the sense of relief from a bad winter still shone through. Truly, the only line that bugs me is; "Like blankets weaving fear and shame. You weave blankets, they don't weave. Minor problem; I'm sure that you can think of something! ~ Gee
Joan Rolls
9 years 9 months ago
Good point thankyou!!
Good point thankyou!!
Sparrow
9 years 9 months ago
Joan
I checked the revision, as to the changes, they have made a great difference.
I would like to see you expand this theme to your thoughts and fears of weather changes.
As you are in Australia, there are so many changes and they would give a great picture to he reader.
This would have made a good Senyru then expanded to a Tanka by adding the two lines , so that would be a syllable count of 5-7-5 then 7-7.
Have a go its fun, Take care as always, Yours Ian..
Joan Rolls
9 years 9 months ago
Thanks Ian. I will give it a
Thanks Ian. I will give it a go.
Geezer
9 years 9 months ago
Better...
Don't know if I like the shrouding us in fear and blame, but it's much better than it was! ~ Gee
lovedly
9 years 9 months ago
composing poetry ....after years is natural
as to eyes
come tears
your start was good
I have no fears
syllables my friends count
to me it matters little
well done what ever you have
written
they have understood
as much
you'd be happy to know
I have now too
your lovely views withstood
to know me
you have to read my poetry
waffle mostly
Vivovon
9 years 9 months ago
a moody poem
Joan,
The ABAB rhyming scheme, sort of classic. A fiery weather display. It does frighten me.
It truly is a moody poem!
I have faced severe monsoon storms in the Bay of Bengal and up on the northern mountains of India-Burma boder. Very scary. Survival is a kind of a miracle. Twice I have driven in the severe blizzards in the United States, with my family. My children were just kids then. I have lived in the drought zone where temperature runs 110 F for three months. Well, yes, nature can be very cruel and frightening.
How is the weather in your locality? Myall Lake looks very beautiful on Google Earth!
Joan Rolls
9 years 9 months ago
Thanks for all your comments!
Thanks for all your comments! The poem was triggered by lack of sun and a moody hubby who suffers depression. The weather here is not particularly extreme and winters are short thank goodness! We have a fairly high rainfall, hot humid summers.
Keith Logan
9 years 9 months ago
SAD
This reminds me of a friend who used to suffer badly from SAD until his wife heard about a special lamp that provides a closer approximation to true daylight. Exposure for around an hour a day in those dark months keeps him feeling alright.
Joan Rolls
9 years 9 months ago
Thanks keith. I will look
Thanks keith. I will look into it!