[initial email from Dawn Dobson to 2 other students]
Hello all,
Please review my poem. I have tweaked it into
submission! I also have another I am working on, but still don't have it
manipulated to my satisfaction.
Many thanks and looking forward to your comments
and suggestions!
Dawn
Collision Remember the last time the shards hit and you weren't ready? The brakes locked, no response spirit absorbent and mind submerged. Flashing lights wailed remorse as a steady stream of faces no pressure could stanch ran down the pavement. Seconds ticked off. The picture perfect moment begged for a sign and received none. A gathering crowd stared just as blankly as you did, frozen in their traps, faces etched in broken glass. Dawn E. Dobson 9/20/03
(Some explanation- I'm using the metaphor of a car accident to describe the way people sometimes seem to lose control of their lives, let them careen out of control, then appear dazed at the results. ) [second email from Dawn Dobson to additional students]
Hello Jennifer, David, and Reani,
I'm hoping you all will have a chance to take a
look at my poem and offer me some feedback. I've e-mailed it to a few other
folks, but have only heard back from one, so I am covering my bases. I will be
happy to look over any for you all, if needed.
Many thanks and be brutal so that I might grow
through the pain : )
Dawn
[reply from Reani King] Dawn, I liked the poem, although I have never been in that position, but I have seen a few. I think you captured the disbelief of a collision and the description of the spectators coming to see the carnage. There was only one word that I thought might be better changed or with more explanation. The word "traps". Is that the people rubbernecking or the person/people in the collision? Overall, it is a good poem and I enjoyed reading it. Reani King [other replies reached student but not instructor]
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