In this piece of poetry you describe the image, movement and thought processes of a feline. Cats do indeed seem to prefer their own meanderings and adventures, confident in their abilities. They explore. They stalk. They hunt. They sunbathe. They wander at their own unhurried pace. Happy account anniversary.
Someone obviously likes, no adores, dark chocolate. This is a well-written ode to that tantalizing lover. That concoction beguiles like no other. Dark chocolate has a captivating power that stirs the senses. The images are spectacular. "A whisper dark upon my tongue." "A cocoa storm, a dusky thrill." "With every bite my soul ignites." "Your echo lingers in the room." The rhyming seems effortless and this poem flows smoothly. Happy account anniversary.
This is a funny tale. Oh the lengths brothers will go to in their attempts to rile, rattle their siblings. Building a snowman is practically a right of passage for children raised in a snow environment. This seems true to life. The youngest loses interest and wanders off while the eldest cannot pass up an opportunity to scare his brother. Now, an actual speaking snowman would be somewhat of a surprise. Thanks for the laughs.
A fair with all its competing noises, smells and sights could be too much for the senses. It is a busy place and perhaps not as conducive to contemplative memories. Sneaking onto a carousel at night while it is stationary would be the perfect spot to sit and remember. Carousels are indeed works of art. Happy account anniversary.
This piece of poetry reads as a set of song lyrics. There is a great flow and rhythm to the words. The repeated refrain adds to this and is a relatable lament. Ah, love, it does create feelings of longing, doubt, hesitation, uncertainty and above all hope. This is so true. "Without a first night you can't start forever." Happy account anniversary.
Life lessons are the most indelible. Now I have a picture in my mind of a young child prepared for anything and everything, survival items crammed into her pyjama legs. What a waddle that must have created not to mention the uncomfortable bulges for sleeping. I like your writing style, nothing exaggerated, just the facts. Humour prevails. Happy account anniversary.
This piece of poetry is beautiful and poignant. Within it I see reflections of family relationships, some tender, some wistful, some sad, some regretful. All of these emotions steep family connections in a strong tea. You describe what shapes those irrevocable connections. Happy account anniversary.
Home improvement projects can be messy and destructive and expensive .Water has an undeniable force all its own. What is that saying about the best laid plans? Disasters happen especially for DIYers. I can picture the panic here. The good idea at the time just got away from these people. Happy account anniversary.
So, even the so-called immortal are vulnerable. They did not anticipate the treachery and betrayal from within. Was Marcus weary of the vampire life? I cannot fathom a thousand year anniversary. Marcus had a plan and it came to pass without a hitch. Scheming self-serving Marcus. Happy account anniversary.
Great interpretation of the prompt words. Imagine a baby being an impromptu mystery gift. Not what most of us ever anticipate. Yes, the arrival and care of an infant brings new challenges. This could be a real life scenario, why not. I agree that children are a precious gift. Happy account anniversary.
So, you have presented some hard truths re Christmas and its imaginary hosts. This does seem like the spoutings of a non-believer, a Grinch. He or perhaps it likes to tell it like he/it sees it. Christmas is fake and a form of manipulation? "To get you to do the things you should." Who needs unrealistic expectations? Happy account anniversary.
I can honestly report that this is the first chicken related poem I have perused. And why not? This piece of poetry is fun to read. I commend you sir for your rhymes. "Time to yawn." This is a creative way to describe relaxation. I imagine chickens, if they do indeed notice the passing of time, do so by noticing the position of the sun. I like the repetition of the theme "I'm in charge of the chickens." Was it a mantra to remind you or the subject of this poem that there was a duty of care re the fowl? Thanks for the smile upon my face and happy account anniversary.
This is an endearing, intriguing story. I like the name Uncle Lion by the way. Said uncle seems to be developing a longing for a domestic style of life. He now appreciates little people and enjoys spending time with his precocious nephew. Your descriptions are vivid and true to life. I did notice a few things, a few small editorial type things. "He began t notice a faint tingling." I believe the letter 'o' is missing from the tail end of that 't'. "His buddy Hawk had telephoned from there favorite watering hole." That should be their. "But the time they reached the peacock". Do you mean by the time? "Returning a child to there parents." Again, it's their parents. "She settled he plump frame." Oops, the letter 'r' is missing from 'he'. "Hawk thinks I'm going banana's." I believe that apostrophe is unnecessary with bananas. "The call the wild armchair." Do you intend 'of the wild armchair' ? "With her cutsy nose." Cutesy? "Oh, therej would be a dozen of 'um." Yep, that errant letter 'j' is superfluous. Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed this tender read. Happy account anniversary.
There is a constant beauty to the changing of the seasons and you represent it here. Each time of year has its unique pros and cons. I like that you included the idea of motion such as "falling floods", "wandering waves", and"whirling winter winds'. The alliteration adds to this motion. Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
For memory to be so inaccessible, fleeting and random must be exasperating. All of us rely upon our memories. We cherish them. We learn from them. We are comforted and yes, sometimes haunted by them. Most of us collect them and expect to summon them whenever we wish. Perhaps when a mind falters it remembers bits of song lyrics, but not necessarily their contexts or origins. Dementia is not for the faint of heart. By the way, happy account anniversary.
I am happy that you feel like a dog and are loved Lucy. It must have been torture to be crammed into a cage hearing and smelling all the other trapped canines. It sounds like you appreciate being able to run in the grass and enjoy sunbathing. Now you know what it is to be valued .You have someone to cuddle with and that is as it should be. Happy account anniversary Nikola.
I appreciate the rhyme and the rhythm of this piece of poetry. It flows effortlessly like the changing of the seasons. The first line of each stanza is clever and creative. It evokes the scene. Trees are partying or dancing. This enforces their vibrancy and lends itself to personalizing them. They can feel and spark feelings. Thanks for sharing. Happy account anniversary.
Is this meant to expose greed? That is one twisted stipulation. What is that ol' saying? Have your cake and eat it, too? This is a new twist on the bereaved idea of 'he's here with us.' Yes, Daddy was present not in spirit, but in body. The human stomach is sometimes forced to endure a lot. Imagine being the baker of this gruesome confection. This was an unexpected story. Happy account anniversary.
This is a poignant piece of writing. Despite the hardships and horror of war this writer clings to his beautiful memories as a means to center himself. Is this what many combatants did in their efforts to survive? With thoughts of loved ones they were never alone.
This is a sweet story and a great response to that one cue word. Grandpa and grandson have concocted a great solution to the idea of dog ownership. Ralphy will be accepted and pampered. This is a win-win for almost everyone. Welcome to the family former-stray-canine.
Well, isn't this a dreary piece of depressing poetry. That is the idea though, eh? I suppose feeling blue and helpless would be similar to this poem's sentiments. There is that perpetual state of why bother it is the same old same old. Even the presentation in lower case letters lends its self to that weariness. It is the age old quandary. Work to earn money, but is that reward enough. Happy account anniversary.
Bessie seems like a different type of servant. She has backbone and is capable of independent thought. It would be interesting to read of her exploits/troubles to find herself amidst her squalid circumstances. Mistress Mayhew could also become quite the odious villain. The story ideas are endless. Happy account anniversary.
Well, this had a surprise twist as an ending. The entire story describes an odd fellow, or is he odd? Samuel could be viewed as eccentric and deeply committed to his beliefs. Is wishing to live a separate, austere life the result of madness, or profound sanity? I do not know. "Asit swung it out over
Forgive me, but I chuckled reading this description of your battle with a squirrel. Yes, it seemed to be a duel of wills with neither side conceding defeat. The fact that you, in the end, pondered a rock garden is hilarious. I can relate somewhat. For two summers a flying squirrel commandeered the shed at our seasonal RV site. They are determined creatures. As I was reading I noticed a few issues. "I turned and looked there through the window." I suggest you move 'there' and add it to the part of that sentence where you write "sitting in my front yard". Sitting there in my front yard. "Holding it's gut." It should be its. "Curling his fluffy gray tale" should be tail. "Also question is had was." Do you mean also another question I had was? "Had also decided to the party." Do you mean had also decided to join the party? Thanks for the laughs and happy account anniversary.
I really like the premise of this story. You never know what you may over hear at a restaurant, so why not two women discussing how to get rid of a body. People need to talk. People seek the opinions of their friends. I can picture Judy and Tilly passing the napkin notes back and forth to each other as they puzzle over what they are hearing. There are a few issues that I've noticed. First, there's a strange a between the words after and surviving in the first sentence. Also, your use of " is irregular. It should be placed around dialogue, yes, but not include the verbs such as she said. Also, The Officer said to Mrs. Martin, "Just tell me" or The Officer said, "Mrs. Martin just tell me." Indeed is one word. Sorry, I do not wish to nitpick. This is the start to a great murder mystery. I enjoyed reading your story.
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