tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334919750236935394.post4020071687578481589..comments2023-08-27T07:25:11.735-04:00Comments on Project Write: Poem - Heaven-Leigh PetersProjectwritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516514688775961518noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334919750236935394.post-74113329313950134052018-08-03T11:28:43.658-04:002018-08-03T11:28:43.658-04:00This is really powerful. I felt like I became her...This is really powerful. I felt like I became her. I am setting in my office reading and by the end I was glad for the silence around me and my own shoulders slumped with the weight of it all.LNnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334919750236935394.post-39865034768830919312018-08-01T23:29:41.587-04:002018-08-01T23:29:41.587-04:00The way this poem focuses on physicality and bodie...The way this poem focuses on physicality and bodies is so powerful, especially when it describes psychological wounds as if they were physical ones. The line that really stands out to me is "each slur felt like a slap." <br />There's so much pain in this poem, but the narrator's voice still rings sharp and strong. It feels like she hasn't lost herself entirely. Celestenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334919750236935394.post-70013634605714630922018-08-01T20:59:13.873-04:002018-08-01T20:59:13.873-04:00Your descriptions are intense and powerful. You po...Your descriptions are intense and powerful. You portray a sense of imprisonment for people without a voice - not just Etta lamb. Thank you for sharing. Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05061504446387201757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334919750236935394.post-45388190036249410242018-08-01T16:35:33.625-04:002018-08-01T16:35:33.625-04:00Powerful writing. We can feel her pain and also u...Powerful writing. We can feel her pain and also understand the hopelessness that she is feeling. No matter what she said or did, there was not a chance that she would be heard. We had courts of law but not for all.MRS E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334919750236935394.post-80670992907902949862018-08-01T16:22:57.239-04:002018-08-01T16:22:57.239-04:00Hi Heaven-Leigh;
In your piece you vividly capture...Hi Heaven-Leigh;<br />In your piece you vividly capture the despair that Etta Lamb felt during her incarceration at Eastern State. I especially love the line in which you state:" Each breath was a weight my chest couldn`t lift. My tongue too heavy with Truth". What a powerful piece.Ranger Larrynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334919750236935394.post-2478254563382003462018-08-01T16:18:28.109-04:002018-08-01T16:18:28.109-04:00Heaven-Leigh,
You have a knack for creating compe...Heaven-Leigh,<br /><br />You have a knack for creating compelling metaphor and symbolism. A number of lines stand out in this regard. I particularly like "My bruises scream louder than the courtroom did."Ranger Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334919750236935394.post-36882783684485849382018-08-01T10:55:45.781-04:002018-08-01T10:55:45.781-04:00An excellent description of the hopelessness that ...An excellent description of the hopelessness that many inmates at ESP must have felt. Thanks for sharing!William D. Brookovernoreply@blogger.com