NightFae Posted March 23, 2006 Report Posted March 23, 2006 (edited) She sat there, quietly But knew she's never last She wished the girl would smile And hoped she'd make it fast She knew she would last longer She knew she was the best But this girl was competition ...Hey, wait a minute..."YES!" For the girl had smiled And she had won the match She had cracked a smile She thought she wouldn't catch But then the girl had realized She had not really won She was looking in the mirror And beat her reflection She always hated competitions Involving only her Not winning doesn't bother her... It's the losing that really hurts. Edited March 25, 2006 by NightFae
Quincunx Posted March 24, 2006 Report Posted March 24, 2006 I flip through the poems rapidly on the first pass, and on this one, the final couplet jumped out, not just for its strength but for the unusually short line above it which isolates it visually. That's probably a coincedence, but keep it handy! On the second, more thoughtful read: "She had cracked a smile She thought she wouldn't catch. . ." This is the only confusing couplet, so ambiguous that I hesitate to post alternative, more distinct options. The words "the other" featured in some of them, and one just added a comma to the end of the first line and pointed both beginning "She"s back at the subject of the poem. "And beat her reflection" This line's meter clashes with the rest of the poem. Knowing that it must end with "reflection", you could try to weight the rest of the line properly, with a strong starting syllable--yes, it's contrary to the ending lines of the other verses, but the ending lines of the other verses end on a strong syllable where this one cannot. Perhaps "She beat her own reflection"?
NightFae Posted March 25, 2006 Author Report Posted March 25, 2006 (edited) She sat there, quietly But knew she'd never last She wished the girl would smile And hoped she'd make it fast She knew she would last longer She knew she was the best But this girl was competition ...Hey, wait a minute..."YES!" For the girl had smiled And she had won the match The girl had cracked a smile She thought she wouldn't catch But then the girl had realized She had not really won She was looking in the mirror She had beat her own reflection She always hated competitions Involving only her Not winning doesn't bother her... It's the losing that really hurts. Edited March 25, 2006 by NightFae
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