Thankyou for your review request, Ive not had one of these before and am honoured. Also, I can see why you chose me! Let's double-down on Hope!
Your poem is a poignant thing, at first seeming like a tale of happiness. Hopes realised.
I had to read the 4th stanza twice, for it was unexpected and thus confusing. I came to understand only vaguely what happened. This is well done, because it makes the poem translate into other people's past relationships. Hopes dashed.
Your poem, which rings of heartfelt experience, can apply to anyone. (Well, hopefully not all!)
The end of you poem shows another side of Hope, the sort that aches and won't let up.
I enjoyed your short story of wonder at your aunts mastery of life. It was a great collection of impressive feats, what a woman, and what was in that tea?! Love I expect.
In recommendations: I thought your piece would benefit from breaking it up into more paragraphs. This would help your readers by allowing a mental pause between thoughts, and a chance to fully appreciate each of her feats.
I liked how you arranged those questions at the end, it really punctuated the overall 'amazement' tone.
Hi Joy, Happy 24th, WdC!
I found your Bosphorus chapter 6 through the read and review link :D
Now I don't usually start a story in the middle, but today I thought 'why not?!'. And so you plunged me straight into the action.
I could easily imagine the scene you described, which was clear and easy to get a grip of.
My favourite line was 'He looked rather young but seemed to grow older as he talked.' I knew exactly what that mean, though never heard the thought articulated before
Its really interesting, I enjoyed my slice of this crime mystery with an interesting investigator that reads as charming even though you dont even focus on them much.
Nice!
The part that confused me was when there were suddenly kids and dolls talk. I am not sure, but think there was a scene change at that point, that could have been more obvious.
But hey, I am stoked to have read this chapter, it's not a genre I would usually go for, but this is a mix of genres really. Well done.
Hi jackiesmuse
I love this little excerpt of family life and the special but obscure gift. I can 'see' the rest of the family's reactions, you did not overdo the descriptions though so the focus remains just where it should.
Your reminiscing mood lifts my own thoughts to a Mum-story from when my son was a little boy - thank you for doing that.
Your story manages to tap into the feelings of the endless well of love we have for our children. Beautifully done.
Hi L.A.Saxe
I enjoyed this short story, it brought a smile to my face.
Though not being familiar with your previous writing style, I am not sure how to comment on any change. I shall instead say I think you can be pretty confident in continuing forward in this humour-filled theme.
I did wonder if the opening two sentences might have read more smoothly as a single sentence with an apostrophe between, but I am not a grammar expert.
Hi danni
A beautiful love poem, you have captured feelings of love and devotion beautifully with the use of mixed metaphors. I enjoyed this.
Though I am pretty sure that is a typo in the second line 'I am an ocean resting on your send' - should be sand. And while you are in edit, you can take out the spare {c/} at the end.
I am not from America, so I came into reading your story with scant knowledge of what it was about (aside from your title, intro and request notes).
So it took me a while to realise your setting. Initially, I saw the account as a cat loving girl 'hiding at home' tale, after some sort of warring on the streets. There is joking around with Lulu, choosing clothing, having a shower, your usual mundane things daily life things.
It was not until you had her going for her walk, and the mention of a Black owned business, that I twigged that this was after the BLM Riots.
I wonder if you could have established that a bit earlier - perhaps via text on that open laptop screen in her room in the morning?
Once I realized the setting, I was interested to know more specific details. I'd have liked her walk to be more graphically described. Rather than her being surprised that anything was standing (which did not create a mental image in my mind) I'd have liked to know what chaos she did see.
In hindsight I wonder if the joking around with Lulu was a stress response to the stuff they had witnessed in the days prior, and so I wonder if you can reveal the fractures and tension of smiles a bit stronger? That perhaps the mundane daily life tasks should have sounded surreal under the circumstances, rather than normal, and so perhaps there is a way to add in that element?
I commend you for making an account, that I assume is based upon personal experience.
I stumbled upon your Dream work through the random review link.
It's a well paced story of a dream were the dreamer is aware, and confused, with a punch line at the end that leaves the reader still wondering what the family business actually is. My face possibly is an extraordinary creatures petshop,though there are other possibilities too.
I loved the description of Lannie's porch, simply explained I could really see it - and was charmed when you revealed how it matched the occupant to a tee.
This chap Lannie, as described, is entirely charming.
I must confess you did lose me a little, with talk of grandchildren etc, in fact it was just at that point when you realised that readers might start to drift too. Talk of Lannie in an unlikely city setting made me think 'how unusual' but I think I was so charmed by his porch life, that I just wanted you to take us back there again.
Which you did
This yearning to stay feeling that you described, you did very well, because I felt it also. I found myself wishing I knew a Lannie with a porch, and could discard my diary to just stay till the cool of winter set in.
Thank you for this heart-warming contribution
Hope
Hi lbidler
This piece (I was tempted to say peace instead!) of writing is beautifully composed, with the theme text cited to begin and the poetic break down of the attributes within your own life then revealed. I appreciate your closing, with use of a prayer piece to put the finishing touch to the completed work.
You have simply and quietly created a wholesome contribution.
When I challenge myself to thing of recommendations, the only thought I have is to extend your skill into further, lesser known aspects of liturgigal study.
Wow, well done for tackling a religious subject in a poem, I don't imagine you already knew any of the information you managed to work into the piece prior to the prompt. You did a great job weaving threads of understanding into rhymed verses, with prompt words spaced one per paragraph.
My only critique would be that the last stanza's lines were longer than the first two, which broke the mental rhythm a little.
This is a beautiful poem, and one I can relate to as we have recently taken in my mother in her old age. I like that you have not concealed some of the difficulty in that task.
Your poem becomes more impressive when you reveal the careful structure that created it within. You managed to work within your confines very well, without sacrificing the quality of content.
Our final line is the clincher, the takeaway verse, the words that I myself shall hold close, although previously it was a feeling rather than articulated.
A clumsy elf. What a great start (its always irritated me that elves act so perfect).
You have a great sense of humour here, and the childlike tone in the story narration was the perfect complement to the tongue-in-cheek.
You spaced your humour injections nicely. I think my favourite one was when his elf troops hid behind rocks. I like to imagine Legolas' perfect eyebrow bow might have raised at that point.
This is a good bit of fun, not taken too seriously.
Double high fives
Hi ~Kitten
The random 'Read&Review' selector gave me your story, and I see it is your very first in your Portfolio here at Writing.com. Congrats!
I begun reading with no idea of who Faith Hammond was, nor what VLRP meant.
Initially, there is a lot of detail in her schooling.
Once I got to the actual story part of your work, the schooling background did not seem to be necessary reading as a prequel. In fact, I don't know that it needs to be there at all, as it is rather uneventful stuff, and you have some exciting developments in the story later that will fascinate readers far more.
It looks like this is a story summary that you shall expand more upon later? For instance, she asks Jake that really important question, but there is no reply written. Shame, cause it was a great question she asked!
Yes, so it dawns on me that this is a work in progress of an much bigger story. She cannot truly leave her current city yet when she has mysteries left unsolved? No, there is surely more to reveal about what is going on.
So I shall sign off here, looking forward to reading the completed works when they in due course arrive.
Hi LeJenD'
Aw, I can completely empathize with this set of verses, how time can suddenly have passed. And the ache in a mother's heart that then exists (although it could be a father's poem too)
It is an unanswerable question.
The only part that I did not identify with was the 'wrinkled and grey' part.
Hi Odessa Molinari
This is a fun piece of writing with two very different characters, unlikely friends. It's an interesting dynamic between them.
I found myself rather liking the locker-kicking grumpy energy of Nick, who must be the star of this tale. While he is possibly a Grinch, he is entirely raw and honest about how his experiences are making him feel.
Nick's viewpoints make Holly's point of view surprising since they are experiencing the very same workplace. She must be one of those unrufflable persons.
The only thing I wanted to check on, was when Nick decided to strip off - it was not entirely clear where he was at that moment. I had a little 'cover the children's eyes!' moment But I think he must have been back in the locker room.
I do like the subliminal moral of the story, which I take to be and enforcement of 'your view of the world creates your reality.'
Hi Anni Pon
Your verses hold some really strong attitude, I love it. The scorn. I can really feel it, and in fact how you stir the emotions here, I feel right alongside the sentiments.
Usually, I like to see more of a pattern in poetic verses, but this reads very well as it is.
Hi Tommy
Congratulations on joining WDC, and getting your first piece in your portfolio.
Your piece reveals you have an inquiring mind, with an interest in the philosophy behind existence. I dare say that you have an interesting life journey ahead of you in an exploration of such things.
I was pleased you mentioned grammar (although only to discount it) but there are two reasons I'd like to you reconsider your stance.
1) A large block of text, such as you created, is exhausting to read without paragraph breaks and punctuation. Grammer helps pace your readers through the collection of thoughts, so they can understand all you have to say.
2) Another benefit to working on grammar is that while revising and reorganising your thoughts for readers' clarity, you yourself may gain greater personal insights.
I look forward to reading what you choose to share about your journey towards an understanding of the universe.
Hi Jackie
I love your story with a lesson taught using her daughter's intellect to reach the right conclusion. Very nicely done, and the text in bold (which I am guessing was a prompt) fits in there so seamlessly, without dominating the story overall.
When trying to find a recommendation, there really isn't anything I see needing correction. Its a beautiful flowing and well-written tale.
The only possible thing was your use of the word nibble twice in regard to the biscuits. Perhaps because we don't see nibble used very often, it stood out, and the second use of the word made a bit too big an impression via the repetition. I felt a wish that the mom had taken a proper bite of that gingerbread!
Your story made me smile, while also a little hungry.
Hi B
A great, though tragic, description of an overactive mind.
Along with the dreadful plight and lament of the situation, there is a subtext of a manner of pride in the never-ending mental industry going on!
Being a natural-born worrier myself I can entirely relate. Although I am an order freak too, so I wished that the poem was divided up into matching-sized paragraphs.
Sadly, the poem does not come to a happy conclusion with an insight for rest gained. So may I send you best wishes for one more paragraph you have yet to discover? Whereby quiet, hush and relaxing dreams may be yours.
I found your poem touching, your take the reader into a very personal and unique perspective.
The pregnant pauses you allow with those single-word lines of 'but', seem to reveal a difficulty talking about the subject. Which feels like family loyalty wrestling with the poet within that needs to express themselves?
After first read, I read it a second time immediately. You have managed to intrigue.
I would like to see one edit though; in your third line it would read more smoothly to say '...even in looks...' rather than 'even on the looks'.
I look forward to reading more, in the future, from your tender perspective.
Hi Novice Author,
Congratulations on getting your first item added to your portfolio here. I discovered it though the Read & Review link.
Your write clearly, your sentences have a good flow, and it is easy to understand. There does seem to be some repeating of information, however, which mentally dulls the edge on the finer points.
I'd like to suggest that you try breaking into quotes of Bob or Julie speaking, to enliven the article more.
Or, as it's written as a past tense accounting, you might add in some of the classes reactions to what they were learning. For instance, when Bob revealed that wearing niqab or burka would be good for men also - surely there was some surprise expressed! :D You surprised me at that point, in fact, I think that was my favorite part.
You have a very readable style, moving our minds though the revelations of this story in a pleasantly interesting way. It's plain from the start that this is a recollection, a before story, but you have written in with enough dialogue there to give it a fresh and in the moment feel.
There was just one word that broke the mental flow (for me at least). "But kindness has already left the world." I feel it would read better as 'had'.
The dramatic twist of the monster was a surprise, previously there was a mention of strange mist, so this creature came as a greater surprise.
And then that final sentence, brilliant. Gave it a very cinematic feel. Like this could be the intro story in a movie about your Biologist Samantha going on to save the world. It set a very cool tone.
Hi Seanfear
I enjoyed your poem very much. The regularity of the pace in verses and rhyme was pleasantly repeated. Bang on.
I liked how you used the first line of each verse as an introduction to a new line of thought, while each verse all together make up a very tidy and coherent 'whole'.
The only edit I'd like to see would be adding a 'yet' to the last line of the fifth verse so that it would read 'and yet politics follows the path'. I think that would flow on from the previous line better.
Most particularly I enjoy that you have taken a non cliche stance on Machiavelli. I always appreciate people who dare to be different. Go you!
Hope
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