Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Broken

Prison is a yard of broken clacking bars,
at morning nothing grows,
at night you can't see the stars

By: Style Luxe

8 comments:

  1. I wonder if our trip today to Eastern State Penitentiary will inspire you to build on this powerful work.

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  2. Style , I very much enjoy the way in which you describe the desolation of a prison.especially the final sentence "at night you can`t see the stars" In one word, powerful! Please keep writing.

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  3. A picture is worth a thousand words, and in this case, so are 19 other words. I must agree with Ranger Larry, please keep writing.

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  4. The ambiguity of how this description could be read as a literal description and at the same time as a metaphor makes this so evocative and want to know more!

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  5. K.R. Philadelphia Writing ProjectJuly 20, 2016 at 11:08 AM

    What stands out to me about this piece is the vivid imagery.
    Something I would like to know more about is the second line where you mentioned "at morning nothing grows". That line was very powerful and I would like to know more about your perspective on that.

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  6. Monique McCoy PhilwpJuly 20, 2016 at 11:15 AM

    The first line, "Prison is a yard of broken, clacking bars.." invokes am immediate image of despair. That really stands out. You've said so much with so few words. Your word choice is intentional and powerful. That stands out as well.

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