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![]() | White Balloons ![]() I passed by a cemetery today... ![]() |
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() A Review from "The Iron Bank of Braavos" ![]() Hi Webbie My name is Lyn, I am one of the sly foxes. Title: White Balloons First Impression: My whole life I've found peace in cemetaries but that changed when my grandson died. It was a wake-up moment because I hadn't thought there were children inside cemetaries. Your poem reminds me that children die unexpectedly every day. I like the bold single line question that makes the reader pause and be in the moment. What needs your attention: The free style narrative works for this reminder that children are dying too soon. What part I liked best: The image of a loved one looking down on their loved ones trying to cope with the loss. There are never the right words for the person to let go. Overall impression: I don't know when it became popular to release balloons but for me it's littering because once the balloons break the pieces will end up somewheres. I'm in favor of creating a garden or contributing to a park project in their loved one's name would be more lasting. That's neither or there. I'm reviewing a peom the author shared about an experience she witnessed and the thoughts that crossed her mind while observing. The poem brought us in to be witnesses as well for a child taken too soon. The views and opinions on this review are mainly the things discovered by the reader and therefore, do not reflect necessarily to the group, activity and/or event being affiliated herein. This is only the opinion and suggestions of the reviewer and it is still up to the author of this piece to consider this review as a corrective action or otherwise. Thank you for allowing me to read your work. It has been my pleasure. What does the Fox say????? ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
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