Quite realistic, therefore credible.
Christmas time tensions are shown with good reasons. Most of them go through this. This is quite a common complaint.
"I want this! I want that! Work is a drag.
Greedy kids, bully boss, wife who’s a nag.'
Telling the wifie about your problems might ease up tensions.
Going out to find diversions of a doubtful kind might not be fruitful as in this case.
"Fantasy fades, hope goes up in flames.
The embers wink out as she’s walking away."
Good that the guy walked back to real life. At least there is somebody to rely on back home for keeps.
What is life without love? Love binds us and keeps us feel secure and needed. There is comfort in the feeling that someone loves us.
Your poem reflects the how dejected it would feel if someone you love is no more. A kind of limbo descends on the one who lost the dearly loved person. Sentiments are well expressed.
Each day drags and everything around loses significance.
"When love dies, life stands still;
the Earth is slow to turn."
Imagery shows the mood as dreary and full of hopeless desperation.
But time heals all injuries, including death of a loved one.
you have detailed the Canadian coast, mountain and grassy land in well chosen words and line endings.
I like the rhyme scheme, ABAB you have used in the poem. The rhythm is calm and collected like the vistas of Canada.
"All this splendor in Canada set forth."
Looks like it is a cool and clean country with the blessings of nature. Nature appears tranquil with untouched beauty.
Rivers and the ocean are left free of encroachment.
"Calm are the waters that rest in a lake,"
Imagery is drawn mostly from different aspects of nature. It appeals to my eye and heart.
It flows well.
Described in detail, it seems it was the first-time-ever experience of drinking Jack Daniels for the poet. I can see it going down rather painfully.
"My throat was warmed to a high degree."
Music, perhaps provided a much needed solace to drinking a burning spirit. Accompanying a "The grand opening" are the free shots of whisky that tasted shockingly exasperating.
" "No more!" was my weakly gasped decree."" I think it was a mistake to come under its sway.
"Of all the US whiskey brands, Jack Daniel’s has attained a decidedly cult-like status," I heard, and the poet's experience is a visible proof.
It flows well with fine imagery and an easy going tone and pace. Loved it anyway.
Interesting story.
Shows how the country's greats have worked their way up. Starting from the bottom line of attending college with all its attendant worries and hard work. "Happy to be a soldier and glad to be one" General Dwight Eisenhower was one of the brilliant leaders of the United States. Heard about his being one of the famous golfers. His work as an army general is remembered with pride. As the 34th President of the United States he had the right attitude to lead the country.
This little story, in a well written style shows young Eisenhower conducted himself on the train with patience and positive attitude; the edge that defines the difference.
A nice descriptive tale of love and memories.
Loss of a loved one is a traumatic experience. There is no real recovering from it. It is always present. No doubt that is the reason why the lady could not sleep at night and continued working on her piece of cloth.
The beginning is well done when the sad news was carried to her doorstep. The middle part is clearly where she tries to come back her normal life minus the loving partner and husband. The end part shows how natural and peaceful her death had been.
In a culture that allows a widow to marry, she refuses it and feels more free and contented to live alone. That's really a worthy way to show her deep love and attachment to her husband.
Personification of your beloved piano hath me in thrall. My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have a lovely day.
I could see in this well composed free style poem, your attachment with the piano. Your bond with it goes back to so long ago that it became a confidante and someone to lean on in times of loneliness and trouble.
"As I sob out my anguish
You calm me,"
The piano is your inspiration and source of imagination too. Long hours practice must have made you a skillful pianist. Surely, it must have been a thrilling experience and one of great joy as well.
With fine imagery,expert word choices and touching sentiments, it flows well.
this seems an interesting poem on a flycatcher. Your poem reveals your love for nature. Birds like the flycatcher and Mina. Bird watching appears to be your favorite occupation.
You seem to be quite passionate about this special bird that " Comes with the Dawn and leaves with the Dusk."
Definitely, it is about a different landscape and a different cultural background. Eg. Mina, a speaking bird found in the Indian subcontinent.
"Sits in his favourite place,on top of a coconut."
The whole poem is devoted to the manners and mannerisms of a flycatcher.
This sounds to me like an impressive sermon on putting an end to self pity and depression. How we need this in times of tragedy and stress!
My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another year at the WDC. Have a wonderful Anniversary.
This inspiring essay truly acts like a strong support to those pushed to the lowest levels of self confidence and mental strength due to loss and death or any other painful occurrence in life.
As you say we should look ahead to find His hand stretched out to give us succor to get up from the thorny bed of pain and suffering.
"Look up! Look up to the hills! Here comes the hand of God to help out! "
Indeed, believing in self is believing in God.
Thank you for sharing these wonderful observations on faith in God.
I just read the story and thought I must review it for its sheer content and pace. I am impressed by the personality of Hank. What a character! He looked like a Santa granting the wishes of the needy and the poor.
His meeting with the older Ruth and her younger version of Maggie are portrayed in a very interesting manner. You have quite skillfully shown the connection between the two. The young Maggie is obviously the spirit of the older one. Now, my doubt is how was it possible for Maggie to appear in her original frame while her older version is still alive.
Otherwise, I can see that it is a beautiful story highlighting the value and need to be kind and charitable to those who are less fortunate than us. you showed the need to retain and spread the virtue of kindness.
Setting is apt. The grocery shop, Hank's job and his charity work at the church have their own relevance to the story.
I find this poem quite moving and written from heart. You defined loneliness in a very poetic way. Deep down it gnaws at him. How very precise!
For, he looks normal hiding enormous pain. No one knows, no one can guess. You have shown how precious it is to find that "one moment of love." Those with the light of love with them should know how rich they are.
When the day ends, memories crowd in making him feel the density of being alone.
"Late at night and in bed, the soul’s pain finally wins."
Yet, life goes on.
I admire this man, who despite loneliness and sorrow, lets himself to "sleep".
Imagery shows the strength of his mind. His ability to bear with his present.
It flows well with an appealing rhythm.
this sounds like an object poem. Words scroll down as you find the objects. The three stanzas describe three different situations in crisp terms. Every day ordinary life makes us aware of our mood and life around.
"A Sun hat,
A beach mat."
The method of composing appeals to me. A whole day is covered. Weather too is changed from a sunny morning to a gloomy afternoon with rain pouring down.
"A broken pane,
The pouring rain."
Memories haunt at home. A lonely life.
"An emerald ring,
Memories of everything..."
A lovely poem. great imagery. The flow is fine. Poetic expression is fine. Rhyme and rhythm make it attractive.
Hello Gervic,
this is a captivating nature poem. Imagery makes me see everything you painted on this poetic canvas.
The sun and the broad day light are harbingers for a glorious day full of bird song and green pastures.
You have described how well nature arranges itself for the sake of protecting the beings that shelter in her trees, ponds, sun and earth.
"nature's mystique" is so divine and a never ending wonder.
I suppose one writes the same old poem repeatedly because there is just one truth, the truth that in the end "nothing remains besides". There is just decay.
"I am letting my hair go gray, and there is no makeup on my face."
This free style poem abounds in metaphorical interpretation of life and its quirkiness. The "I" or ego lets not a new poem. The same old content of revolving round the ego continues. No wonder
"I am writing one poem repeatedly."
Monotony could get on nerves. Hence, writing stops altogether, the pinnacle of helpless resignation.
"I am thinking of retiring the needle altogether."
Perhaps, one more try might find inspiration.
Wonderful poem!
My reading could be wrong or right, you decide.
Have a wonderful WDC Account Anniversary, winklett!
I enjoyed this essay on reviewing. The rules of reviewing set by WDC are simple, possible and encouraging. In the beginning I found it rather strange to write a review containing a minimum 250 characters, not words. That was all the push I needed. It was incredible that one can earn gps through reviewing and pay your way through.
The author has put together all the information necessary for those who are enthusiastic about reviewing and writing. Reviewing too is writing through which a member can improve writing skills.
WDC is a great community. People help and encourage writers by guidance and offering tips on writing better.
" They offer education, peer group association, and a practice laboratory,..."
I thoroughly enjoyed this story with your first memory. Bees are dangerous. We have had enough of them in our trees and one or two combs attached to the planks around the AC upstairs.
Memory at two is well written with a preamble of moving house into a comfortable two-storied building.
Though biographical, it runs like a short story with the elements you listed down at the end in place.
The description of the new residence sounds like a curiosity shop.
"Numerous beds of aromatic flowers speckled the green grass with vibrant....." What a wonderful world for a toddler! A chance to learn colors naturally.
The brief glimpse of dad and mom, you have given us, is enough to show the care and concern they have for their little son.
The bee incident is certainly apprehensive.
It is an absorbing account of a childhood memory.
This review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulation on another year of creativity at the WDC. Have a wonderful day.
this story appeals to me for its sense of balance and fair play with all things considered. My review of it is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on the completion of another year at the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
Hank's complaining is reasonable. After all, allergies can be very irritating. I can see he did the right thing by coming out into the open and let fresh air fill his lungs. Coffee too is good for the state of his irritable throat and head. His grouse against spring soon disappeared and in its place, I see his appreciation of the season with nature buzzing around in a handsome way.
"Hank smiled as he watched a fuzzy bumblebee ..."
I wonder if the "vicious" in the title is valid anymore.
Just my thoughts.
I find this note highly inspiring. Here is a humble review of it for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another year at the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
This prose piece is full of apt figures of speech such as simile and metaphor. They enhance the poetic quality of the sublime thoughts expressed here.
Life is mostly "turbulent waters". But with faith in heart and good thoughts on mind, a person can travel the winding long road of life with ease and effortlessness.
God is our Beacon. A great metaphor. Hardly any space left for "fear" and threat of Death. The color and quality of death change when you call it "a Personal Privilege."
this rain poem is full of pain and pleasure. My review on it is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have a wonderful anniversary.
Onomatopoeic to the core, the verses bring out the rhythmic music of rain. In India, where I come from, rain is synonymous with joy. The cool rain soothes our heated land bringing relief to the farmers and city dwellers alike.
"a harbinger of cheer."
The roofs and trees get a thorough wash and stand glistening in their fresh look.
The sound of music produced by rain has a uniqueness of its own.
This poem with its neat format mirrors nature in its rainy attire.
Nice cozy story, concerning the living room furniture. Young couple with not enough money struggles to buy "a new suite."
The story appeals because of the true-to-life content and narration. Sellers try to pull wool over the eyes the customers by selling defective furniture.
"only to find that part of the suite was burnt on the part..."
This could be quite dismaying for the couple. It takes time, energy and will to exchange the goods.
Wife's character comes through in flying colors. She protested enough to get her money back. We should have more of her kind in our societies to fight the unfair deals of money economy.
If it happened to the previous occupants, it confirms the fact of shady deals by the store.
not wearing a mask seems their way of defying the virus and along side it is also teasing fate. This is being foolhardy on the part of those who enter public places without a mask. They should sit back and think about the seriousness of the illness caused by the virus.
At least, for the sake of others and children, these extremely courageous people should make it a habit to wear a mask.
Perhaps, there are those, who cannot afford a mask. In that case, the administration should distribute masks free of cost.
Sheer courage or defiance does not work with this pandemic. Caution alone can stop country-wide deaths.
The pandemic purged us of many needless habits. Instead of wasting time on partying for no reason, People stay home and engage getting to know their own families closely. kids open up and parents listen and act more responsibly. Instead of rushing on one's own job and not turning in till late in the night is stopped. Of course, we miss mixing with society for get-togethers and such.
We cultivated disciplined behaviour. There is control on speech and hanging around corners doing nothing. It makes us aware of our health and taking care of elders and kids and the house as well. Mothers attend to their children instead of babysitters.
However, man is a social animal. So, as you have observed "There are brighter days ahead!"
if we observe the restrictions to avoid the pandemic. And we will be soon able breathe freely without a mask.
I notice that winter is full of festivities one way or the other. The same happens here in India. In many parts of this country, it is harvest time and December is the holiest of all months according to the Bhagavadgita, the Holy Hindu scripture.
Your poem brings to focus the brightness of the winter months. The grey of the season fades with the light of devotion shed by
"Hanukkah,
Winter Solstice,
Christmas,
and Kwanzaa."
Winter holidays are the happiest moments in the year. This is the season of rest and relaxation before rejuvenation.
A beautiful free-style winter poem.
It flows well with vivid images.
It is a lovely tribute to all those loving people, who made a lasting impression on the poet's life. The emotion behind each person's description shows the value attached to him or her.
All the positive qualities shown by them would naturally help the poet as she admits to evolve into a mellowed personality.
Description of each person makes me visualize him or her and lets me know why the poet likes them so much.
"He was both sturdy and soft.
Broken hearts, he glued back."
Imagery dominates the poem making it flow smoothly and spontaneously.
Rhythm brings out the quality and color of the content.
wonderful poem on Thanksgiving. If we look back on the years past, we surely realize that we couldn't be where we are without all those folks and God above.
There is so much of love around if only one pauses and looks back. Even those controlling gestures are necessary to make us grow and do better with life.
"To those who frequently clip my wings, and keep me earthbound, thank you."
Images of people are innumerable in this flowing poem of gratitude. Each one is worth imagining and viewing it in the mind's eye.
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