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Workshop: Imagery Auditory (Storm's Aftermath) revision

first the raw version then the revised one:

Scribbler's workshop:

Storm's Aftermath: auditory

the winds die down
to a whispering breeze
birds begin to chirp
and sing once again
squirrels chatter
back and forth
as children laugh
in tune with
the ice cream vendor's
cheerful chime
and the world sighs
with a contented relief
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improved version:

the ravening
winds die down
after a vehement blow
song birds begin
warbling melodious song
squirrels scold and chatter
back and forth
as mirthful children
gleefully laugh
in tune with
the ice cream vendor's
cheerful tinkling chime
and the world sighs
with contented releif

Review Request (Intensity): 
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Review Request (Direction): 
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
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Comments

Do you need "A" contented relief, I think not? Just ...with contented relief! I liked this one simple and direct and definitely the sound of life. Its just been doing dust devils here, the wind, and just as suddenly has died down as the sun sunk beneath a bank of cloud.

Shall I put what I have been playing with here? Okay but just ignore it or use anything you like, just mulling on your poem Cat:-

They aren't finished products and do excuse me for playing with yours...

The winds die down to a whispering breeze
and birds begin to sing again
the squirrels continue their chatter
in the still we hear children's tinkling laughter
in tune with the cling of the ice cream vendor
all the world seems to sigh with relief.

The raging wind dies down to a whimper
after buffeting loudly
each object in town
the birdsong,
just listen,
is heard in the trees
chiree chiree
they warble their melody happily
squirrels take up their constant chatter
shaking the branches from tree to tree
the children start shouting so loudly for joy
as the clank of the ice cream man's little brass bell
gives a shrill of sharp sound as he rounds the bend
a great sigh seems to come from the world
no longer disturbed by its howl.

End of my fun!
I had an ancient lilac tree almost diagonal over a tiny green lawn, it made a 'Bonsai' -like shape.
One April there were hailstones, and the flowerlets ended up in the big red poppies green bud bracts,
like cups of balls; that was unusual in April. The street outside was awash with the stones, a white raging river came in a mass, a hailstone 'tsunami'!.

I had white lilac at my wedding in 62. Keep laughing, Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

There are times when too much imagery leads to awkward reading. But you avoided this in all but the !st line of the second version. In my opinion you should choose between raging and ravening. In 1st version you did well in attempting use of a single type imagery and the 2nd version showed how use of different types can better the depth of descriptions............stan

... in assonance and consonance, so this isn't me at my best. I agree with Stan that unless you're actually going for over the top, too much can be restricting. The thing I have learned from this workshop and your two poems display this well, is that contrary to popular thought here one type of imagery often can do the work of all. I saw little change in the poems. They both succeeded quite well regardless the limitations imposed upon the first. Now, I will accept that in a longer poem or one of ungodly length as I write multiple forms of imagery are necessary. But I am duly convinced that I do not NEED them all. As another writer friend of mine once told me- some things just don't need to be said.
wesley

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