Hi, Prosperous Snow celebrating !

          Overall +/- :
My thoughts on the piece as a whole...

         It's my pleasure to read and review this as a fellow participant in "I Write." I chose this while browsing entries and trying to choose something for an extra review. I enjoyed the imagery in this and wanted to share my thoughts. This absolutely made me hungry! Nice work.

          Rhythm & Flow:
Whether freeverse or tightly-structured formal poetry, flow is paramount.

         A wonderful example of an acrostic poem. Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you had a good one. This poem has no rhyme or meter I could discern, but it read quite smoothly. I love that some lines are facts about the day and others are descriptions of the wonderful food. It was quite nice that the "happy" portion of the acrostic was dedicated mostly to the preparations, and the "thanksgiving" half to the feast.

          Language & Word Choice:
Because poetry is one of the briefer art forms, every word matters.

         Wonderful, powerful verbs and engaging imagery. I'll also admit to being absolutely drawn in by the descriptions of the food. We haven't had a feast like this one for Thanksgiving in quite a while, so this was not only nostalgic, but wonderfully different. Some of the things in this poem are dishes we've never made for the holiday.

          Things I liked :
Sometimes phrases or lines jump off the page.

Half the day was spent in preparation,
A thousand little details to attend: There's a really nice flow and meter in these first two lines, and the upset of it with all those stressed words in line three works well.

The aromas drifted all through the house,
Ham waiting to be sliced off its bone,
Asparagus, green beans, corn on the cob--

          Suggestions:
Take them with a grain of salt.

Yams( ), turkey — There's an extra space before your comma here.

for all Hiss bounties. — Perhaps you meant "his"?

mince pies to slice; / Ham waiting to be sliced — Repetition. Slice is a verb that stands out, so the repetition stands out, too.

Nothing was too exotic for us to eat-- — The foods you describe all sound amazing, but relatively traditional, so this line stands out as odd. (I may have a bit of a weird sense for what's exotic, though, so do feel welcome to ignore this; I lived out of the country for a while, and ate raw octopus tentacle with the suction cups still attached a couple times...)

          In Closing:
Any final thoughts...

         I always enjoy poetry that is able to evoke strong feelings of any sort. This one created a feeling of nostalgia and the stirring of hunger. Lovely work, and thank you for sharing.

Write On!



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