Oh, I understand your poem. No more clarity is needed. I know my autistic Cousin, Paul, or as well as someone can under the unique circumstances. Yes, he often lives in his own world and struggles to fit in. His various attempts to hold a job have become family legends, but they are a stark reality to him. I think of him as a perpetual teenager angry and confused, needing his parents but resenting them. He does have a driver's licence, but his comprehension of the rules is lacking. He doesn't seem to know what consequences are and things happen. Your love shines through in this poem. Autism does raise questions. Happy account anniversary.
I am not completely sure what you are describing or alluding to in this poem, but it is well-crafted. The rhyming is not forced and the lines flow. There is one awkward rhyme though. Toes and quotes have a partial, or similar rhyme. When I read this poem I sense it is a commentary about social media, but I could be wrong. Happy account anniversary.
I chose to read this poem because of the constant media crap featuring Trump that invades my news viewing. Yes, turning off the television is one solution all be it temporary. Media can be overwhelming. Too much of it is doom and gloom. Writing can be therapeutic, right? Happy account anniversary.
Whew, what a whirlwind of emotions. A climb to dizzying anticipation and a plummet to dark despair. I have questions. Why the enigmatic message? Did it hint at sudden desertion? Was it perhaps a suggestion to abandon the formal wedding and replace it with an elopement? It has a surprise happy ending. Happy account anniversary.
Awww, poor berated Monday. As the first day of the regular work/school week it has become the scapegoat. It represents our loathing to return to the grind. What must the other days of the week think? Relief? Admiation? Sympathy? As your poem describes, Monday is the beginning of planning. Happy account anniversary.
This is pure bathroom humour and I laughed throughout. You had my undivided attention right from the first words. How delightful the married bliss banter. Wouldn't we all prefer to believe we were not growing bigger, but the bathroom was inexplicably shrinking. The rhymes lend this poem a light-hearted air. Kudos for incorporating squandered into this piece. Happy account anniversary.
Well, this is a short and sweet story that answered the prompt. It clearly illustrates that being wordy is not necessary. Human nature is complicated and not always predictable. People are anything if not surprising. Many would still share their fortune without any regret. Happy account anniversary.
This was a delightful, fun, amusing and enlightening read. Within this story of an alien encounter I learned a wee bit about Philosophy. I have never before considered all the ramifications of this one not-so-simple English word know. Perhaps I hear it too often as a brush-off from people who are not actually listening or concentrating. They become dismissive with their untrue i knows. I commend you. This piece is well written and flows. I like your subtle humour as well. You have imagined how blase people could be with an alien encounter. Happy account anniversary.
You write eloquently of grief and anger. These two emotions are intertwined and support each other. You give them a raw, stubborn life. They demand so much of your attention and no doubt will reside with you forever. As a mother myself I know and understand the love and the expectations we pour into our children. A child so easily becomes our everything. A loss is an ugly, dark, deep void. My wish for you is that those whispers of "happy places" and heartfelt memories grow into a roar that drowns the anger and grief.
With this piece of nostalgic writing you describe a world foreign to me. Although as I write this I realize not completely different from my world. I do have an uncle who dabbles as a bootlegger of alcohol and cigarettes. Your papaw seems to have controlled a thriving business. He is quite the character. Imagine a connection to Dillinger? That would be a story. Happy account anniversary.
Pumpkins do seem to epitomize autumn. Somehow the pumpkin spice craze is a thing. You mention bold new recipes. In Cuba, pumpkin is served and eaten as a vegetable. For instance it is grated and cooked in omelets. It was delicious. I find the sight of pumpkins uplifting. Thanks for evoking warm memories. Happy account anniversary.
Thanks. I really enjoyed reading this rambling tale. Why not a visit from a pirate? It is as believable as the Santa saga. The grilling, er, questioning by the boy is also believable. There would be so much to ask a random pirate in your livingroom. The why is important. I found nothing to question myself. Thanks for the smile on my face. Happy account anniversary.
Obviously, you are a Rangers fan. You bleed as the saying goes red and blue. The rhythm for your haikus is steady and never wavers. You have created little picture vignettes here. I can imagine that the rink and its ice are difficult to ignore, or unsee. It's front and center waiting for the action to ensue on its surface. Yes, the fan cheering must echo. Happy account anniversary.
As I read this piece of writing I could see myself in this person's shoes trudging through the darkness and cold. There is a sense of both urgency and hesitation. Should the walker continue forward or turn around and leave? Returning home is not always a given, a surety. I like this phrase. "Looking out behind me the dark has made its stand." Yes, nightfall cannot be averted. Happy account anniversary.
I like the cadence, the rhyme and rhythm of this piece of poetry. It especially flows when spoken out loud. As someone who lives in a country of winter, I can say that nothing thwarts the deadly cold. There's no doubt that the freezing temps pair with love woes. The final curse is dramatic. Happy account anniversary.
I laughed my way through both of your scripts. A Mr. Blizzard! The featured kids are insightful and understand what happens when the mister packs for a trip. This would suit an animation. Weather can be unpredictable often whimsical. I like your fun possibilities. Thanks for sharing. Happy account anniversary.
As you explain silence is so many things. It embodies emotion. It reflects moods. It embraces thought. It can be good, or it can seem bad. Silence can safeguard emotions and it can distance people. It can stretch on for a long time. It seems infinite. That is the spelling by the way, not infinate. Keeping quiet can come at a cost and yes, it can become "uncomfortable silence." I do not understand this word "dwrves". Happy account anniversary.
I am weeping reading this. Your words convey so much tenderness and love. Letting go is indeed a pain like no other. What a fantastic use of song titles! Bravo! You created a cohesive, believable story here. The inclusion of the song titles in not awkward. Happy account anniversary.
This letter/story is very poignant. What can you write to a parent that has been absent from your life? How do you express your emotions? Do you rant? Do you blame? Do you lay on the guilt? You have a gentle, yet direct approach. You seem to believe in forgiveness and detest negativity. I suppose it's a it is what it is philosophy. I am happy for you that you not only found your younger sister, but that the two of you have a relationship. Bravo. Happy account anniversary.
I really enjoyed reading this piece of writing. I can see it as a movie, or a miniseries featuring updates re Angel and her family mixed with anecdotes re the visitors. The back story of Angel's childhood is charming and reflected in the name of her bed and breakfast business venture. You have created a vibrant and rich character in Angel. The story lines are endless. Happy account anniversary.
Whew! You describe quite eloquently the role of only child and mother. I was going to write aging mother, but in reality you were both aging. I sense your exasperation. It is true that most people do not relinquish their autonomy without a fight. Most of us will accept help, but it has to be on our terms. I agree that it seems arbitrary to file a DNR, but then demand to be taken to an ER for treatment of something that seems unnecessary. Definitely vexing. Happy account anniversary.
I live this personal epic of a poem. I can also relate. I rarely wear jewellery other than a few rings. Necklaces tend to tangle in my hair also and then they snarl and break. I have a box of my mother's pretties and they linger with nostalgia. Thanks for this poem. It speaks the truth.
I applaud your creativity. This poem is not the least bit muddy, or murky. It seems to flow effortlessly. I hope for you that you never actually wallow and panic for lack of inspiration.
In just a few flash fiction words you present a chilling tale of abuse and the lessons it forces upon its victims. That is the learning of survival. That fist opening line "Mom taught us everything" seems so innocent. That is to be expected. Isn't that what Moms are meant to do? I suggest adding another to here "how to become invisible." That is so sad. I like the surprise ending. Happy account anniversary.
I like the word pictures you have crafted here. Yes, childhood is all about wonder. Everything is a marvel and evokes those five questions of who, what, where, when, and why. Having a curious mind is requisite and a rite of passage. This is how we learn. You have also involved the different senses and again, this is how children experience life. Happy account anniversary.
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