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The Slam: Slammables

In Color

by JapaneseWatermelon, Iowa

That day she
came to school
in fireworks, and splatters
of brightness blurred by rain,
mixed into a riot of luminescence.

And she spoke
in thunderstorms and
people wondered what happened to
that muted drizzle of before,
that charcoal child
with slouched shoulders and
clouded eyes.

But no one ever said:
perhaps she was always
a girl made of rainbows.

Perhaps she
just needed to be
developed in color.

Slammings

This is so triumphant. The colors you imply but do not use. We have "fireworks" and "splatters of brightness" and "riot of luminescence" and "rainbows," but not "red" or "blue" or "green." I love how you create explosions with your color words without mucking them up with actual colors. The reader is absolutely free. Thank you.

critiqued by L. M. Zhukov, Russia
Feb 28, 2010

This was so sweet! Also, what you're saying is so true. Maybe I'm over-analyzing this, but to me it was about how looks can be deceiving, and that just because you may be subdued on the outside doesn't mean you're not bristling with life on the inside. I loved reading this; it's definitely one of my favorites! Keep writing!

critiqued by Scarlett, Los Angeles, CA
Feb 28, 2010

MAGNIFICENT. My favorite phrases were "she spoke in thunderstorms" and "brightness blurred by rain." Yeah, that pretty much made my life. Thanks for being!

critiqued by jujubee, Thailand
Mar 2, 2010

Amazing! I love the descriptive metaphors you use; they have an energizing effect. I especially love the phrase "and she spoke in thunderstorms." There's something so beautiful about this picture, maybe because I've always loved rain and thunder. This poem has kind of stuck with me for a couple days ever since I saw it on here, and I kept hoping I would find the perfect thing to say about it, but I really don't know what else to say except that I love it, so I'm sorry I don't have anything more constructive to say. Keep writing!

critiqued by etoile, Salt Lake City, UT
Mar 2, 2010

This was a very inspirational poem. I liked it a lot; keep up the great work.

critiqued by Chase Haynes, Fincastle, VA
Mar 11, 2010

I loved this poem. It reminded me of my synesthesia.

critiqued by tragicxharmony
Mar 16, 2010

That was beautiful. At first I didn't like it, but then I went back, and I read each sentence for what it was, and it all made sense. I love the way you blur the eccentric colors of the girl with the dull "charcoal" of the past so casually, and yet so forcefully imagined. You did a great job of nonchalantly planting images in readers' heads that they didn't even know where there. For my criticism, I think the fifth line was a little wordy. Otherwise, I have no complaints.

critiqued by Aaron Lawrence, St. Louis, MO
Mar 31, 2010

Wow. I thought this was absolutely beautiful. It made me think of people seeing others in new ways, and of people finding their voices and showing people different, wonderful sides. I adore the descriptive language you used. Excellent, excellent job. Keep writing!

critiqued by D. Baetzner, Minnesota
Mar 31, 2010