I liked your development as a person. First, falling off a beam, and then growing up to learn the lessons that first event gave you. I admire your tenacity at writing. Many writers could learn from you. If you advertise on the Newsfeed your group, you could attract many budding writers to your group.
Wow! I love this poem. It reminds me of my days in high school when I had a best friend. She and I were close and talked on the phone for hours. Then we both went to the university and studied together but our paths separated when she and I chose our majors. The last thing she did was to drop by and gave me a paperback book as a parting gift. She was headed south to join her grandfather. Our reunions in high school didn't include her. She might still be alive, but this poem reminds me of her.
This is a beautiful poem that depicts a moonlit night filled with stars. I like the simile you draw about the nights' denizens, the stars, the moon, the water and everything else in this lonely but awesome night. Well done!
I love this work of yours. Certainly, I would follow suit. It's inspiring me to do the same for the people I know and live with and for my country. I hope your dream inspires more people to do the same for their families and friends and even their countrymen.
This is good. I like how you start the story, with a lone astronaut bound to reach the inner sanctum of the cosmos through Nebulae-9. You build suspense in the story and reach a peaceful relationship with the cloud in Nebulae-9. You build tension when he experiences cosmic experiences of Nebulae-9, and cloud, which has a life of its own. You come to path of returning Captain Alex Parker back to earth to lead the world in preserving the universe from further extinction (this I think you made me think of it). I like the story and the character arc.
You have a beautiful paean to your lover in this poem. I just don't know if it's perfect yet. You quote "You came into my life...my...life Becomes colourful now". It doesn't match quite yet. But altogether it's a good poem.
Very good. I like the rhyming you included in your poem. But I wonder if you could refine the rhyming in the fourth stanza from according to accordingly to match the last sentence in the stanza. Otherwise it's great!
It's a poem that many writers have had in their minds. Distracting thoughts, people thoughts, pet thoughts, and thoughts that occupy one's mind but they stand as obstacles to writing. Well done. I hope you keep on writing!
This is a very good story, filled with action and suspense, and a touch of the spiritual sense. I liked how you intensified the action with each sentence. I think you know that each of us has a guardian spirit, from before when we were just youths. It's important, you tell us, to listen to the voice from within when scaling heights of life and avoiding death. It's great that you are among the members of WDC. Keep writing!
I like your poem. It paints a pretty picture and it calms the nerves of anyone reading it. I know it calmed me some. The last sentence was reassuring. Keep writing!
You draw a close and almost accurate picture of a lonely stranger hanging about a library. Your poem evokes a sad picture. I like your poem. Your words are apt. Keep writing.
You had me there till you mentioned "noticed on Earth". I like your story. It seems a real event in the writer's life. Nowadays the idea of an alien dropping into our midst is possible. Your story has possibilities for a full blown novel or a short story. Keep writing!
You paint a graphic description of a storm's aftermath. I like how you describe the wreckage of the storm after it has passed. The rhythm fits the story of the storm and how the people gather together to mend the rift in their town. Well done!
I laughed when I read what your poem was about. My Dad is three fourth deaf. He used to ignore my late mother's comments and she blamed his deafness as "selective hearing".
Your poem is well constructed to accommodate timely words. I like the rhythm of your poem. I hope that you get hearing aids. My Dad had to screen several aids from social media and Amazon. I think he has a good pair nowadays.
My impression of your poem is that of a sad end to a life that had dreams that weren't attainable so the author of the poem wants to die and join what s/he thinks is the dream in a different world. I like the rhythm of your poem. I like how you connected each part of your life to the dream. What I wish is that you had hope in your life to keep you from suicide. If I'm mistaken, I took what I read and assumed my conclusions.
A very good description of your cat Tigger reminds me of my cat Paco who's an orange striped tabby. Your cat and you sure have gone through a good deal of adventures. Your words of love towards your cat tell me she's a lifer. I admire Tigger's ability to survive being lost and being in a fire in the house. I agree, bringing a cat to places needs a carrier and not just any thing else. Cats have a way of slinking out of your arms and outside where you can't catch her. I thoroughly enjoyed reading your story about Tigger. It reminds me so much of why I love cats.
Your poem is descriptive of what autumn is like, not from just your point of view but from the forest's point of view. Your descriptions of a changing color to the green leaves turning into different hues that bespeaks of autumn. You sense a sadness to the forest moaning that it's 'children' are ebbing away. I like your poem. I think you should publish it in the public square of a poetry contest. Likely, you'll score points and get name recognition.
Bravo! I think you did a great job writing this entry in your diary. Your description of the squirrel looking his meal is like a dancer with nimble feet. Your dancing couple come to life with your words, dancing the waltz with well-dressed elegance. I don't know much about the dancing world but your words leave me wishing for more and more over, wishing for a tall, dark and well-groomed partner to whisk me around with my flowing gown in a waltz. I like it when you combine the waltzing couple with that of the squirrel looking for his food. You remind me of milk which I gave up a long time ago but now I'm back to drinking it because of my age and because I take medicine that affects bone integrity.
Thank you for an entertaining peek at your diary.
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