I have chosen to review this very elegant poem on nature's changing seasons for your upcoming WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on the completion of another year at the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
I am really taken by the fact that when this poem occurred, you were actually wandering in the forest.
"Hear wind whisper sweet melodies
And roam forgotten woodland trails."
Beautiful observations!
It strikes me as a place of beauty tucked away in the forest. As fall was disappearing round the corner, winter must have entered the scene and setting its own mood and tone.
"A touch of frost is in the air"
Each line is carefully crafted. Imagery shows the forest, cool and quiet.
The pleadings of the lover are heartening. Impression and time go hand in hand. If the impression is deep, time can never erase it. No need to tell her or him "forget me not." It will surely be a memory forever.
This poem inspires sympathy in the reader. I am sure the girl or boy on the other side is equally moved with the poem and remembers you for a long time.
"Even though you say you won't forget,
I can only see myself fading bit by bit."
I am a little taken aback at the fact that the poem starts on a note of anticipating that she will not remember.
"Is it sad to think that you won't remember me,"
However, hope is that your thought might prove on the contrary.
I greatly appreciate this story on the reasons behind protesting.
I can see the fine reasoning and explanation of why people protest, and what happens during protestations by people at large.
One of the most important features of democracy is that power rests with the people. Leaders are elected by them, so they understand how to keep the country prosperous and peaceful. If they don't, then peaceful protests are a great means to make their leaders take a look at the problem and set it right.
" “The people out there, they’re trying to say that they’re not happy with something going on in government, ..." "
The spirit of democracy affects the mother too, as she gets ready to join the "99 percenters."
Wonderful story written in an effective conversation format.
it's a lovely story. The first part dealing with the sad parting of childhood friends sets the mood and content of the second part as well. Going to the Memorial Wall and looking once again to scan the list of war heroes for the name of her husband, Billy Reynolds, Donna described it in apt terms.
"Located at the Washington War Memorial, it’s the dirge for my generation’s folly."
A sad reality that history cannot change.
The army career that she as wife, mother and then the grandmother was afraid of, seems to run in the family. Both Billy, her son, and Will have gone on and joined the defense forces.
There is nothing fair about any war, be it 'Nam or the more recent Gulf war. Nobody has the right to kill and displace millions of innocent people. They kill for power, now or in the past.
Donna's protest is so very well justified.
A serious story, though flavored with a whiff of the comical element.
I appreciate your language and style, which helped see the pictures of past and present, playing in the mind of Donna.
This passage contains a tribute to your mother. I have chosen it to review for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing a year at the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
Your mom's love of the Lake Michigan is shown in a picturesque manner in this nonfiction. It deserved to be treasured. You did it very well indeed. Bless her soul, for her ability to be so active at a ripe age of Ninety. Age apart, I am impressed that she had the cheer to go with her daughter and grand-daughter to the Lake almost to the end.
"My mother's last romp in the waves was shortly after her 90th birthday."
Her love of the Lake is clearly indicated in her last wish.
Prose-flow is casual and spontaneous. A charming story.
It is my pleasure to review this thought-provoking poem for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing one more year at the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
In the early morning of grey skies and with rain pattering down the rooftop, one feels like sleeping for some more time.
"as I fall
back to sleep—"
Yet, the birds are up and dawn is already breaking on the eastern sky. So the poet wonders, pertinent as it seems,
"Will I begin to awaken?"
The mind dwells on the spoiled picnic in the garden, as it becomes sleep-ridden.
The poet terms it as a spiritual poem because, when nature wakes and calls one to rise and shine one needs to pay attention. Or else, that much time we spend sleeping, is wasted by not realizing the godliness in nature. sleep robs one of active contemplation, I think.
I chose this wonderful nature poem to review for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on the completion of another fruitful year at the WDC. Have a lovely day!
This poem appears to have come from actual observation of nature. It is inspired by the spectacle before you as rain approached.
Imagery shows the kind of scene before the rain, the quietness and cool gentle breeze. The still nature waits for the downpour and when it comes there is joy among the trees and the earth emits sweet aroma.
"The trees dance with the wind with unbridled passion."
Written in a novel form in short lines of each stanza, the poem moves as per the rhythm in nature.
Solitude, silence and a hot summer night combined to produce a feeling of oneness with nature. A person can have the chance to look inside himself and find affinity with the universe, when he is by himself. With his mood contemplative and the mind keenly observant of the night-sky, he comes close to discover himself.
" I threw my hands up and suddenly realized that the stars were familiar to me..."
Mother nature is shown as a protective entity, guide and philosopher.
The prose is poetic in its concept and capture of the essence of self.
It has a nice flow and a kind of revelation of self and nature.
It is my pleasure and privilege to review this religious poem for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on having completed another year as an eminent member and host of "Anniversary Reviews" among other things, at the WDC. Have a delightful day!
This verse is spiritual to the core. The devotee feels the presence of Almighty and is able communicate with Him.
"... I felt the touch of God today,"
When faith is deep, mind without tensions and the heart full of love, the feeling that God is nearby taking care of all, is credible and worth paying attention to.
The devotee's strong feeling that anyone can see Him, shows that he doesn't consider his experience exclusive, but it is within the reach of all, who believe in God.
" Anyone can hear him, just listen if you may"
The above kind of revelation is rare and precious.
The rhythm and rhyme are well-balanced and help me read and understand the poet's experience.
It gives me enough stuff to ruminate upon and think how it would be as one travels down to old age and aloneness. I am glad to find, it holds no fears, no tensions and not much grief either. Yoko, will never be able to return to life.
I admire the way you depicted the normal day of a widower at a comfortable pace. After all, comfort is an important factor in the evening years of life.
I see that the story reflects reality. The way Mr. Yamaguchi speaks to his wife at her grave, his conversation with his long-time friend, Kitamura-San, is natural and in the order of the flow of life.
The story moves on softly from one check-post to another, taking us along with it, smoothly.
The present situation is well shown. The poet describes how the corona illness forbids people from close contact. We convey our love and affection from afar. Even that could be impossible if the strange virus gets anyone.
Alone in isolation and away from contact of any kind.
I wonder if they let the patients read and see the TV, at least.
The three-liner (Haiku) states the basic facts poetically.
Ideal love is well depicted in this short free verse. Romeo and Juliet attract the attention of lovers all over the world for obvious reasons. They weathered hostilities between their families and vouchsafed their love for one another. Death had no fears for them. Innocence and passion for each other made the play famous and the lovers became iconic.
The lines that highlight the kind of love between the poet and the lover are,
"Though I had not known love before,
I won’t live without it anymore."
Totally and unconditionally committed.
Imagery is fine and so are some lines, which do bear shades of the eternal love of Romeo and Juliet.
I am attracted by this nature poem and wanted to do a review on it for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another creatively fulfilling year at the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
Nature appears new and unique on each day. Your poem connects human emotions with the changing facets of nature. The way you have shown the connections between the two is very nicely done.
Indeed the stormy weather reflects our own inner struggles and conflicting feelings.
"Tornadoes stirred up trouble"
The ship of life without anchor gets caught in the whirlpool of depression and inner disturbances.
Sunshine follows the storm and calm rules after the mental and physical struggle of human life too.
Imagery mirrors poet's intentions, thoughts and feeling in a crystal clear manner.
At least on Saturday, you should sleep, tosca. Not only you, but all those hardworking people who sweat around the house and outside as well.
This poem is full of welcoming albeit wishful sights, like someone (perhaps your better-half) waking you up with cheering cup of tea at ten, the sounds of well accomplished house work and so on.
It is however, a wishful dream, that remains a dream for most of the housewives.
"Then I'll quietly get up.
.......
It was only a dream"
its my pleasure reading and writing a short review on this lovely story. The single mother's view of the world is quite realistic and her attitude is cool and collected. Her character is clearly defined and it is not everyday you find a person like her around us. I mean being single may be common but the way Elle deals with events is special.
Just a word on language and style. The way you have shown Elle's thinking and talking to herself is worth emulating.
"but Elle couldn't help wonder ..... passed down from mother to daughter".
Another impressive example I find is,
" Kennedy was smart as a whip."
This is so different a figure. Kennedy, I think is compared to a whip because she is smart and sharp in finding the target. Great!
How very true!
Yet, we cannot escape from the world where crime rate increases by the day.
Nobody wants to watch that kind of news, yet it flashes at some point or the other.
"Yet people are tortured
By this blind rage'
This free style poem records in a nutshell what is happening around us. Tragically, we are on the path of regression not progress anymore.
Corruption and dishonesty rule the world. The utopia we imagine cannot materialize, unless man's mindset changes.
this is a touching verse on mother. Mother is such special person in our lives. It is difficult to imagine life without one's mother.
You have recorded your feelings for your mother very clearly. Emotion can be seen and felt. We should never take mom casually or for granted. It is death that shows the value of a person. She cannot be replaced.
"Leaving me so broken hearted
I miss my Mother"
Memories of a beloved mother cannot be erased. They are so fresh that the memory never fails to draw tears.
A well-written poem in memory of the poet's mother.
I am attracted by this "little piece" in your folder. I try to review it for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on being creatively active for one more year at the WDC. Have a delightful day!
I see the sea and the rocks on which you stand and gaze at the wide blue expanse.
Consider this line:
"I was shaped by wind and tides,"
It could mean that your existence was ruled by elements or as you stand on the rocks your body follows the direction winds and attains shifting shape.As I read through, I can see that the rest of the poem is in present tense except for this one line, which is in the past. That means you are talking about your life.
Now, this line seems a little puzzling.
"Bare beach is exposes then hides."
could it be "Bare beach exposed"?
Your "Oceanic" domain is awesome and the Atlantic under your feet is a strong metaphor.
Imagery prompts me to feel the swirling salty air that surrounds the "riding sea".
Memories find beautiful and simple expression. Tennessee summers are what we feel and see them before us.
Grandma's house in the countryside is very attractive. And for children it is a truly a blessing. Sweet memories of those summer days playing in the barn are well shown.
This rhyming poem is full of visual images of kids having a gala time. Their freedom is much envied by those under pressure of work and making money.
Simple word choices and line endings make the verse all the more fetching.
This poem speaks so well of how sadness slips away. I chose this verse to review for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing one more year with the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
The title is striking. It catches the essence of how finally grief makes an exit despite the person's unwillingness to let it go. In the long run tears dry and sorrow loses its sharp edge. Like any other emotion sorrow too is hollow.
" time is payed"
The use of nautical verb is refreshing.
So it is with the word "paradox" How appropriate to this situation of letting go! self contradictory is how I would describe the condition of a letting go despite the longing to cling on.
Hi,
You have expressed your writer's block in an appealing way.
"For hours ideas swirl around,
but when I go to
write it down.......
The paper stares back, still blank."
It is true that writing, I mean putting your swirling stories on paper is not easy. The point I want to make is, you got to start somewhere, either the beginning, middle or end of the story. Like this poem for example.
Your imagery shows the poet thinking and forming ideas and then putting them to paper. Sometimes thinking too much can cause a block in expression.
Injured family relationships are brought to surface in this letter to daughter. Sometimes innocent children have to pay a heavy price for the love they ought to get from a parent.
I can see that your daughter became a scapegoat for the friction between the parents. She is not allowed to see her father for no fault of hers.
The father confesses to his helplessness in abandoning the girl. It is quite a bit moving. However, the reader's sympathy remains with the daughter.
Language and style are pretty much a draw. Sentences are well connected and the transformations take place quite smoothly.
I find this rather interesting note in your portfolio and decided to review it for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on the completion of one more year at the WDC. Have a lovely day!
Your analysis of the first, second and third marriages is done well. The complexion of marriage changes as it passes through different age levels and experience.
However, what I feel is that love must take the first priority. Some people I know marry the second time after being widowed for the sake of a culture norm. Among Mexicans I heard a woman needs to have a man with her if she is young and able.Its culture demands so.
That I aside, a number of women marry the second and third time for both financial and physical security.
A lone woman is an easy prey for the predatory males I guess.
I give top marks for the line,
"No matter where you find yourself on the marriage wheel, people would benefit far more by spending less time planning the wedding, and more time planning the marriage."
Meaning a marriage should be resting on warmth and loving togetherness first and foremost.
In the depth of heart lie dreams.
Everyone has an inner sanctum, one's own private world. some dreams and desires that we cannot express are found here.
In this rhyming poem I find a beautiful world full of vernal charm. Imagery shows the glorious green canopy of trees, golden sun, angels and mermaids. What a youthful world full of dreamscapes!
Imagery has appeal to eye and heart.
Unfulfilled wishes too rest here.
It flows well.
Write on!
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