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Bugs (Free verse) by INTRANSIT
I don't mind so much
when insects
explode
on my windshield.
So colorful
these small Picassos
Thin green wings splay
over a jealous yellow blur
shimmery silver plays
on a fluid blue signature.
The way humans die
is not so vivid.
Slowly browning
and wilting.
Inside,
a monochrome.
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Arithmetic Mean: 7.0238094
Weighted score: 7.0237756
Overall Rank: 58
Posted: June 9, 2004 9:28 AM PDT; Last modified: June 10, 2004 5:14 AM PDT
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Kill the 'on unforgiving...' line. the line before it is so much more interesting and the audience already knows windshields are transparent. "Jealous" how is it jealous? I don't know what the next 2 lines stand for, but it would sound and look better without the 'a' before fluid. What do those lines mean? It isn't clear.
You are correct about the transparency thing, and a doll for taking the time. Nice to see you again Mrs. G.
Try
A Monochrome
for the last line and drop slowly.
do me a favor, just as an exercise, try writing your next few poems with the fewest words possible. Just as an exercise. Don't get me wrong, relative to most of the poetasters on this site, you're far from protracted, but because they are beyond any hope I'm giving my small bit of advice to thosse few who have sense enough to understand it.
Thank you for the compliment. How are you?
I've never been happier. My husband indulges my every whim, my son is growing bigger and more beautiful each day. I have absolutely nothing to complain about. How's things with you?