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Wow. This is dark and really sad. I guess it's hard for some people to keep on living at times, though keep moving on. Around every wrong turn there's a shining light =]
I liked how most of this poem wasn't rhyming except for the third stanza. I liked the little change =]. And, also, I like how you sort of repeated part of the first stanza in the last stanza.
This is wonderfully detailed. It was like seeing a train wreck, something so awful and scary that you can't stop and for some reason you can't look away. Your effort in the composition is obvious. I love this work! It is wonderfully intense.
There is overwhelming imagery here! I sensed how your hair fell to the floor and how your blood dripped, slowly, drop by drop. Your hair falling, your blood dripping and you...waisting away. You have listened to my comments. I noticed how you shortened the length of this poem; it helps with the flow. Hair has always been synonymous with strength, vitality, power and life. To lose one's hair is to lose one's beauty and so it goes! I love this poem, because you took your time constructing it and it shows.
To cut your hair is to lose your strengh; for Samson, it was his phyical and spiritual strength; for us it may be just symbolic of losing our spiritual strengh. But your hair will grow back and so will your spiritual strengh. It will take time, but it will return.
Good write.
There is overwhelming imagery here! I sensed how your hair fell to the floor and how your blood dripped, slowly, drop by drop. Your hair falling, your blood dripping and you...waisting away. You have listened to my comments. I noticed how you shortened the length of this poem; it helps with the flow. Hair has always been synonymous with strength, vitality, power and life. To lose one's hair is to lose one's beauty and so it goes! I love this poem, because you took your time constructing it and it shows, my love! Great job, my queen!
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