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.
Jun 29, 2017
A Broken Heart / Imagery workshop (ex. 3)
About This Poem
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
I like
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
Dear Jane
much appreciate your kind comment and the suggestion.
Thank you dear.
Hi Rula
Very good but I'm a bit put off by the quotation marks
Thank you boss
these were only to highlight the direct and the indirect imagery expressions.