Scriptophobia is supposed to spring from some source. It could be a bad experience of writing while in school or working at home.
Ability to imagine but inability to put pen to paper might be due to fear. Fear of being criticized or looked down on. It could also be due to laziness. Writing takes an effort. It needs the writer to gather his thoughts together and write them down with clarity. It should be well organized as well.
It’s really a strange case. I have never come across someone with imagination could not write.
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I notice that you deal with what, why and how regarding subject i.e gold light.
There are two sides to this topic , physical and spiritual.
While it has the golden sun spreading light and joy around world, it could also mean the dawning of spiritual enlightenment that spreads joy through the world.
I find the article vocal enough regarding the effects of “change” in life.
I am glad to note that you have not only defined change, but also gave an example from your personal life. It’s an inspiring example that could help people understand the benefits of change.
I, for one do not welcome change. Yet, when circumstances push me to it, I take it into my stride and get best out of it.
Change certainly makes me not to become too attached to a place, people and routine.
It brings in a soul search persuading a person to see the hidden potential of self.
This is what had happened with me and I appreciate the same.
Looks like an interesting intro to the story you have on your mind.
A twelve year old in a seat of authority, sounds curious. It makes me to want to know the back story that led to the present situation.
Description of the young one and his or her trained emotions certainly makes the reader expect a good story.
She died like the warrior she lived. A warrior of peace and love. I can see the price she paid was high. Obviously, there are people in power, who hated her guts and extracted the price. One voice was silenced. But several others might rise, inspired by her sacrifice.
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I like the way she controlled the crowd purely by her peaceful attitude.
No wonder the guards too held her in deference.
We all have our heroes of freedom struggle from whom we draw inspiration and try to emulate their courage and selflessness.
Language and style, characters and location win my heart.
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The new snow is like a new playground for the dogs,
When winter comes, outdoors become rather restricted for fear of cold and snow. But as a mild sun breaks through the clouds, it's time to let the dogs out.
I can see the dogs and listen to their barking at the squirrel in the tree and chasing bunnies under the fence.
What cheer it would be to the doggies!
They look obedient to have followed the call and run back into the house hoping for another day of frolic in the snow come tomorrow.
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Indeed, plumbing is an important part of house construction.
Like the elements that take care of life, the skilled personnel see to the long life of a house. Antiquity and environment seem to weaken houses, at least in my part of the world.
“weak pressure
crawl space flood”
Onomatopoeia helps me see the damage to pipes and the purse as well.
You are right.
Nothing much to do except
“watch
wait
wonder”
It could truly be a testing time when it happens with guests at home.
this is truly a captivating story.
I loved the narrative style and the first person point of view.
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Here is the gentleman lost down in the memory lane even as he went fishing.
This is one way of rediscovering the pleasures and pains of past, which certainly plays a pivotal role in our present and future. Isn't man a summation of all the three phases of life?
The decision to let the big fish go is clearly an indication of change of heart. He was able to relate with it with regard to age and experience.
I can see that fishing is good for mind and spirit.
"They seemed to share a moment of understanding and of respect as she was lowered into the water."
The end seems to show the gift for an act of kindness loud and clear in the return of his long lost son's family back to the fold.
This poem sounds like a tribute to winter beauty. Each season has its own merits of glory.
I am lucky to have chosen this poem that won accolades to review for your WDC Account Anniversary.
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Winter goes against your "expectations". Glad it did so. The coolness in the January snow, the joy of spring, the rainy skies of July, the clear blue of summer skies; the list of nature's charms is endless.
You have a perfect eye of appreciation as I could glean from the poem.
"No melancholy, only contentment,"
Thank you so much for three definitions of the word “momentum”.
It’s great to maintain momentum in reaching goals.
I have different goals needing momentum. Some slow, some rapid.
I found out by experience how tough it is to keep the progress undisturbed.
I try to maintain the progressive nature of work both domestic and in work outside of it.
Sometimes, procrastination intercepts my momentum. I need to put in double effort to bring it back to my normal speed.
I realise we need to be disciplined to maintain momentum.
I would call them perfect things of contentment.
I spotted this poem of things of beauty in "Random Scribblings." Lucky to have found a kindred soul.
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Books, pens and people colour your choices, your favourite things.
I am impressed that you have wrapped up an entire life of joy in this free style poem.
"Big Mom, Aunt Minnie, Aunt Mae" make it even more interesting and set me thinking of your warmth towards them.
I will add new books with a delightful scent of their own to (my) list.
The little girl's love for mom is depicted with great imagery.
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The infant is described so well that her sweetness reaches out. The spark divinity is so tangible in her angelic face.
"Captured the moment when tears met the smile.!"
Her bond of affection to her mother dear is something that never fades, loving her forever.
Human beings are so lucky that they have a mother to bless them and take care of them till the end.
I like the way she found out the long awaited answer to a question on her mind.
This boy seems more knowledgeable than the others, who couldn't help her understand the stars.
I am impressed by the fact that we rediscover here, namely, the stars are forever, lasting for eons.
" “I think they mean forever. I think they mean lasting longer than we are alive. Shining out like that. Like they want to be seen.” "
Come to think of it, I do see the glitter and twinkle of a star that lend company for countless lonely people, anew.
Language and style are a true draw besides the meaningful message.
Old Hull wears a historic grace, catches the eye of the viewer during the pale sunset.
The colours captivate. Only nature can do that. I can imagine the quiet streets and the silent stores.
"Huddle" shows their close proximity to each other. The feeling of looking at an old town is successfully conveyed.
As opposed to the small stores, comes the looming tower against the same horizon. A visually impressive description comes through clearly.
And then we go back to the sky, where started the tale of Old Hull, now smeared in color, apricot.
I find this article on environment pollution quite informative.
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It seems we are living in a dangerous situation. The kinds of pollution, you mentioned are very much present everywhere.
Every country suffers from environmental hazards. No wonder we have various diseases born out of filthy atmosphere. It is a global threat and everyone of the nations and their citizens must become aware of the dangers pollution of various kinds and change their pattern of life accordingly.
A suggestion if it is ok with you.
You told us about the various types of environmental pollution. The danger is clear and present.
I only suggest give us some measures to counter this threat to life and health.
Many of us will benefit if we know how to take suitable measures to keep our environment clean and healthy.
A wonderful descriptive piece.
Her beauty unfurls with each sentence.
Picture perfect beauty, who invites the author (perhaps) to share the blessings of life.
Dream girl comes to life.
Imagery is visual and I can see her before my mind's eye.
Edit-
"You're heart, stolen by the smile."
(Your heart, stolen by the smile.)
"... lips glistening with the sun."
( lips glistening in the sun.)
The use of personification is done quite appealingly.
A mental condition where the victim is a sudden prey to the hovering enemy is described figuratively.
"He lurks & waits to consume & Play ."
A few edits regarding language and spelling.
"vast & open"
(vast and open
please use "and" in place of its abbreviated version,&)
"THIS desolate place dark & frigid ."
(This desolate place is dark and frigid.)
"THEIR END IS THEIR NEW BEGINNING CEASING NEVER TO AGAIN BE FREE DAMNED IS HE & NOW SO THEY."
(THEIR END IS THEIR NEW BEGINNING. CEASING NEVER Again TO BE FREE. DAMNED IS HE and SO are THEY.)
Doubt-
Is the use of capitals for highlighting your thoughts?
Spelling-
"HE LYES IN WAIT...."
(HE LiES IN WAIT...
lie and lye have different meanings.
You spoke of colonization and the enforcement of a foreign culture on the native population.
Then you talk of mushrooms flourishing even before algae and moss.
My thoughts-
The topic of this article is not one, but several.
Edits-
1." Mushrooms were before everyhing I dont know how they were the first ones to florish in an barren earth but they did.'
( Mushrooms were before everything. I don't know how they were the first ones to flourish in a barren earth but they did.)
2."I see them as mighty beings who paved the way to all life on earth,
now they are just seen as gross,ugly and disgusting which does not do them any justice. Since the early ages colonies of cavemen / tribes used mushrooms in rituals wich means they valued them greatly seen as they used them in rituals and depictions. How did the reputation of the mushroom fell like this is astonishing but I blame colonization and people colonizing other communites whilst inforcing their own bliefs and rules, completely trashing their culture and everthing they belive in. Thus they shun and neglect the very thing that made them be in the first place:Mushrooms.
(I see them as mighty beings, who paved the way to all life on earth.
Now they are just seen as gross, ugly and disgusting which does not do them any justice. Since early ages, colonies of cavemen / tribes used mushrooms in rituals, which means they valued them greatly. They used them in rituals and depictions.
How did the reputation of the mushroom fall like this is astonishing. But I blame colonization and people colonizing other communities, whilst enforcing their own beliefs and rules, completely trashing their culture and everything they believed in.
Thus they shun and neglect the very thing that made them be in the first place: Mushrooms)
Your narration is interesting.
Language and style are outstanding.
The character of the samurai is arresting.
Description of his momentous acts of bravery catch the reader's attention.
My thoughts and suggestions if you like.
Give me a physical picture of the Samurai.
A little family background of the samurai helps me in understanding his longing for the sword.
Who was his master? His father?
Create some dialog.
Show his mettle.
An example or two showing him in action would be impressive and interesting to the reader.
I love the way you say, "I feel fine" despite going through trying times. Few would keep such brave front.
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You depicted life in vivid word pictures.
"I paint this picture upon this page
But the words are fading as they age"
Everyone passes through some difficult patches in life. While some succumb to such circumstances beyond strength, some survive all of them and rise from the thorns of life.
You obviously, belong to the second type of humanity.
My only suggestion is,
separate the rhyming couplets.
That will certainly make the poem more appealing.
It flows well with appropriate word choices and line endings.
there is a new angle to this ghost story. I can't call her a ghost either because she behaved with goodness. Calling her a good soul might be more appropriate.
I notice she word black and not white.
Could there be reason for this attire?
Here she comes walking on the cloudy path from the moon to give a floral tribute to her recently passed lover.
It is a lovely thought, showing a heavenly gesture from a dead soul.
The first line is truly a hook.
"The lady in black stepped through the mist and appeared in the cemetery."
My thoughts and a doubt-
It is sensible that she has no conversation with her erstwhile lover. Yet, she came down to place a rose on his grave. There is human emotion attached to this gesture. She even gave a kiss to his headstone.
So what stops her from acknowledging his soul, which just rose from his grave?
They could have gone together into the night through the mist.
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