Rula
Rula
Jun 29, 2017
This poem is part of the workshop:

IMAGERY IN POETRY( ready to start?)

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A Broken Heart / Imagery workshop (ex. 3)

The pitiful broken stone rolled down silently,
this same, once was a real rock.
Now he'd let some hot showers free,
to tell volumes of grief untold.

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Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: Jordan, JOR

Favorite Poets: I favor the ones who are closer to humanity and

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jane210660

the imagery of a broken heart and the tears.
I wonder if grief might be a better word than grieves in the last line.
Jx

S

Very good but I'm a bit put off by the quotation marks