Hey, I've always thought of pink as something childish, innocent, light, girlish type of color. You've in a way kinda decided to take another approach towards it; see the bad sides of what pink is. interesting. I've never really thought of it because sometimes, certain things are better left unsaid so that they would leave this impression in our hearts and let us think that there is still beauty out there and perfection and purity and many other wonderful things. Forget that although there is a ying there is also a yang. sometimes, it's good to omit certain things. But you've taken another approach towards it which is good just something that i prefer nothing to write about.
Still i enjoyed reading every bit of it. there was something about it that drawed me towards it. The title is not as powerful as the piece though. Just a thought. It does state what the poem is about yet the strength behind it is not the same as the piece.
I started at the point of not really knowing where you were going with this piece, and I have to say that I ended in about the same place. But I did get some things out of it, but don't we all. Everyone will take it in a different way, and I suppose that is a good thing.
not a bad decision i suppose, but an unusual one. the poem structure itself didnt particulary capture me but the way you depicted your metaphors did grab my attention momentarily. fresh thinking. keep thinking originally
Submission Name: Pink is the Colour of
