Hello there,
I appreciate the thoughts you have expressed regarding your stories. I think almost all the writers have experiences similar to your own. Nobody can write consistently forever, because creativity is not always waiting in the wings. Rather, it is vice-versa. We need to for it. Right?
“Sometimes a good writer, sometimes not…”
One of the cardinal principles of writing, as I heard is editing and rewriting. This seems a process that never ends. Turning out a new poem or a story everyday sounds tough, yet not impossible I suppose.
I enjoyed reading through your method of using your creativity.
Hello Jillian,
I found this traditional poem cited in the side lines. I was attracted by the description. I was not disappointed.
I like the idea of phoenix rising out of several things.
“An old house being repainted….”
We just got our house repainted and I appreciate the “hue”.
This poem consists of things practically observed as the imagery and the tone indicate.
Life teaches us earthy sense, can’t always be flying in the clouds. Yet, the romantic you makes itself felt.
Your message is as good as the rest of the poem.
The last line has a word “g9one”, which sounds odd.
Imagery is the very breath of the poem. The fantasy shown here is also the dream beauty, the kind that many want to possess, yet fail. It can only be imagined, never realised.
“I held on to her hand
But she slipped away”
Ideal beauty exists in illusion.
Verbs like wander, float and fly show that she belongs nowhere except in the dreamscape.
Unbelievable, yet the poet is made to suspend disbelief.
Like Keats’s “La Belle” she favours none.
Hello Dr. Gonzo,
This is a well thought out article on writers and their attitude to writing and reviewing.
Your opinions and analyses are based on reality and of course, experience.
Muse stopped inspiring me for a while and what I am attempting is not an iota of what I wrote before. Yet, I am not able to push it aside completely. A matter of habit I presume.
Your points on reviewing are noted. I should confess to not reading certain types of stories. Perhaps I should.
Yes, I am sure hope is kept alive for a writer that goes into limbo for some time.
I appreciate your unimpeded flow of language and crisp style.
what a way to start a writing career!
My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on being an active member of the WDC for another year. Have a great day!
Reinventing yourself as a writer is in itself a credit because you gave up an already established career to make your other dream come true.
It takes grit and a tremendous lot of confidence to go for a writing career where success is not assured.
You never know what you are till you tried and your surprise on receiving a cash award is understandable.
"“I’m sorry, we only pay $35 dollars for the column.” They were actually going to PAY me?'
You told the story of a successful writer in an appealing way. The language and style are unique.
I appreciate this rhyming poem focusing on important issues like discrimination and disorder in modern societies.
My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have lovely day.
You have correctly pointed out what ails our world. Mostly, it is the prejudice against certain sections of society, which is unnecessary and futile.
"So why not accept the difference
And prove we are all of equivalence."
A world without terrorism, be it war or indiscriminate shootings or violence would be a dream come true.
The day the world realizes that all human beings are one family, many differences will fade away and there will be equality in the true sense of the word.
Hello Than Pence,
What an anticlimax for your water travails!
Memory can be such a fly in the ointment.
This nice poem shows how utterly dependent we are on water, an essential source of life. Its value is recognized when the faucet runs dry. Fear of no water can a make a fool of ourselves like testing the sink with head close to the sink trying to suspend disbelief.
Nice rhyming and choice of words and word endings.
I check my water and power bills at least a week ahead of payment.
Hello Dale
your contemplation on the elderly lady’s observation makes sense.
“To be young again” sounds like wishful thinking. Everyone knows past never returns.
Youth is no bed of roses. I recall the mistakes I made and the words said were not something I am proud of. I am sure I have given my parents sleepless nights. I don’t wish to be erroneously young again.
It was the counsel of my elderly relatives that drove sense into me. To be old has its blessings.
The conversations with uncles and aunts , the charm and beauty of their world fascinate me. Their experience and wisdom are truly guiding.
Nature has done us great good by letting us pass from one youth to middle age and then to the relaxing old age.
Great article on the necessity to be natural and enjoy the valuable moments of life.
this is a great tribute to WDC a wonderful writing site. My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have a wonderful day!
You have the right conception of what this site contains and how much a writer can improve his or her writing skills once he or she registers.
"I want to shout that, here, you can create
Your latest prose"
Precisely so.
The technical excellence is well stated in the line.
"They have tools, folders, stats and reviews
You bring the poem, article, novel, the news'
You explained the wonders one can do by joining this splendid place.
WDC deserves kudos from writers all over the world because it has brought them all on platform.
Hello Mike,
as September arrives it brings bundles of sorrow in its wake as we remember and deeply regret those nightmarish events of 9/11/2001.
As a brave and confident nation, America recovered from the blow of terrorist attack and is well on the road to success again.
The mad act of an obsessed terrorist was condemned by all the countries of the world.
Your analysis of a great nation of heroes is well done. Indeed, war is such a prolonged evil. If one ends, another starts. That's the pity.
It is truly frustrating and hurting to see young people leaving to fight only to give up their lives for the cause of national security and safety.
You caught the spirit of a great nation in this article. Your sincere feelings and sympathy for the soldiers are expressed befittingly.
Lucidity and brevity are the best features of this article.
Hello Soma,
You write this poem knowing yourself better than others.
“I have caused the hurt
the disappointments”
You have confessed the different ways in which you have hurt people. If your repentance is sincere, you are on the road to reformation. You need not feel guilty anymore with your conscience clear.
This free verse scrolled down following your stream of thoughts.
Imagery is from real life, hence the appeal.
Word choices are effective enough so the reader understands your ‘fears’ .
this poem speaks a lot about you and your feelings. My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on turning another year at the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
Poetry reflects our own thoughts and feelings. It is also a wonderful medium through which you observe the world and voice your opinions. I am impressed you used it very well with discretion.
"I write that others may get
The courage to say it loud"
You proved that a poet cannot fake cannot imitate.
"My deepest fear
My hidden secrets
I express in my writing"
it is a sweet little story that drew me in. My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another year at the WDC. Have a nice day!
The kids' innocence is well reflected in their actions and thoughts. There is nothing scandalizing in John's letter to June.
In the fifth grade, this is what happens. Pure friendships and funny little incidents.
Story is well narrated with a bit of suspense as well.
You showed the difference in the behaviour and thinking of June and John.
The fact that girls mature much earlier is highlighted by her anticipation of his letter.
This is an evocative poem. It shows the images of events taking place in a cruel winter. It makes those keeping warm feel deeply for the children, bundled and brought to this warm place with a "woodstove."
The harsh winter has a very deep effect on body and mind. Its grip is vicious.
Winter is reflected in figures like "crackling maple" "hapless" "grasping frost" "blizzard-bitter hand" "lonely shuddery winter night."
It looks like a cyclone shelter or a safe harbor for many without power perhaps due to power outage on that blizzard stricken winter night.
Freezing to the bone, the cold winter makes me shudder.
I felt completely absorbed in this scene painted in this free-style poem.
The last line hits the nail on its head.
It is so right that it made me take a long look at myself. That's right. One memory makes me halt in my tracks, not yet letting me go on with life normal.
Waiting for the season to change doesn't appear to have any result. How can there be one if all seasons appear the same or rather I don't seem to feel the change?
Confusion and wonder? They seem to clash. Where is wonder if all is just confusion?
Self delusion indeed if I don't realize I am no longer chasing sunsets.
We have our own tragedies I presume.
Thank you for a wonderful poem.
Have a wonderful WDC Account Anniversary.
this nonfiction rightly captures your moments of contemplation regarding the "man who lay next to me night after night." This in itself is a colorful way of mentioning your husband.
My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations for turning another leaf at the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
The power outage in the humid season is not very easy to grapple with. Yet, as you say, slowing down makes us think of better things than the immediate day-to-day concerns.
You mentioned responsibility and the way people try to walk around it. That is a common feature in people. Those who are aware of it and do their best to fulfill it are uncommon. Of course, they do not take the centre stage ever. However, though their work goes unsung, they remain in the hearts of many.
The way you have used this period of slowing down to dwell on the conduct of your husband is praiseworthy.
"my mind wandered back to a short feature film ..."
And thus you move further closer to home and him, who merits such warm feelings from you.
this is a wonderful take on the do's and don't's of life. My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have lovely day!
Your rhyming verse covers the facts of life, both pros and cons of it in a lyrical way. It appeals thereby.
The tips for a healthy mind are useful any day. People should take time and appreciate the good things of nature for pleasure and profit.
"Take the time to smell the roses.
Take the time to count all the stars."
Many will be saved of disaster if they listen to your advice in the second stanza.
"Stay away from cigarette sticks.'
The skill of listening and the art of contemplation come to me with great effect in the third stanza.
"Take time to listen so you'll learn."
The valuable experiences of observing life from close proximity find expression in the final stanza.
"Make sure to pray and see old friends."
And the crowning glory is my favorite among favorites,
"Make sure to have paper and pens."
Your poem is a short cut to a healthy mind in a healthy body. Those who care to follow will benefit in great measure.
The rhyme and rhythm of the poem offer a bonus delight besides the benefits.
this is a pretty good poem for a five year old to write. Appropriate subject for a kid of five. They are mostly interested in the small insects in the garden, like my grandson Pablo is.
I can see that you not only gave the physical description of the ladybugs but did a bit of research into the benefits of having them around.
"Ladybugs like to munch on pests,
So gardeners think they are the best.:
I never knew this fact about them, ladybugs.
The last two stanzas made me feel a bit alarmed. If they crawl all over you, wouldn't you feel allergic to them?
Color imagery in the second stanza is quite visual.
Rhyming is beautifully done with the scheme AA BB.
The picture of an introvert is painted in all truth.
It is not loneliness, it’s just being alone is a great asset.
I can see you have created a world of your own.
“Immersing in romantic movies….”
You have hobbies and time to enjoy them. Quite enviable.
A world that is happy and contented is what you have created.
Understandably, the sound of the doorbell or the ring of a phone call are not liked .
There are enough reasons for being an introvert. Yes, it’s true that people frown upon your ways. They hardly know of your secret of happiness.
You have a convincing argument against the extroverts.
“Being talkative, socially active, makes you authoritative”
Agreed.
I think we have both sides in all of us, except the balance tilts to one or the other side.
I like this article perhaps because I am reputed to be an introvert. I don’t regret it either.
Hello Dale,
this is an appealing account of your love and marriage with your childhood friend. Facing the highs and lows of life together is a great experience to cherish and remember.
I can see that both of you are devoted to one another and life continues to feel like a dream come true.
Holding hands is more than mere a physical gesture. It speaks of support both moral and physical and something else; a sealed companionship for all times. Your interpretation of this actions comes to
me like something of a revelation.
"We help hold each other steady. Whether for balance, emotional support or a romantic stroll we hold hands. While holding hands we are silently, saying, "I'm here."
Holding hands change significance as a couple matures from being young to older and more sympathetic to each other.
I appreciate language and style of this nonfiction.
Hello Kenzie,
this is no tongue-in-the-cheek writing. There’s surely something serious about receiving emails of flippant nature.
My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another year of creativity at the WDC.
Have wonderful day!
I too have been at the receiving end of such messages of compulsive nature.
Here’s an example. “ You are the winner of national lottery. You need to collect it. Give us your bank account number.”
I was debating whether to send it. I, however, was was warned about the dire outcome. I was saved of cyber robbery.
As you have pointed out, there’s something quite alluring about these invisible presences that draw us into a vicious circle. We begin to believe them. Of course, there’s no denying of role of greed in it.
I was helpless with laughter as I read of your “buttermilk” incident.
The last two paragraphs are hilarious.
What can be more tempting than a new car?
The use of irony is apt.
Thank you for a delightful article with unique language and style.
Great job, Norma.
I enjoyed the story woven around the song "Cry cry cry."
A simple theme but right out of life. The ambiance is good too. The feelings touch like the chords in the sentimental song.
It is supposed to be sad, but I can't miss the flash of humor.
"... I’ll just sit here and miss Delia.” He obviously believes in moping around.
Everybody ,no matter who, gets abused at some point in life. The irony of the matter is that they don’t even realise it till it hurts. Children at school either by bullies or teachers, by their parents who constantly nag or force them to do class work, suffer from abuse. Physical and mental ways are more suppressing.
Parents abuse each other ; she by sending him on errands, which can wait and husbands who sit around while she does more than her share of house work.
Same thing goes on at work place.
What is necessary is one of them, usually, the abused should become aware of the point at which the abuse starts and she or he must of need, retaliate. I have seen the boss asking a junior to get coffee for her, despite the fact that she could do it herself.
It needs sympathy and a sense of sharing to curb this abuse of power.
It is difficult to do this until one is capable of being in the other’s shoes.
I have just read the story and am duly impressed. The story is different in the sense that the son discovers his own identity and who his father was. You have taken me through interesting lanes of the past of the mother.
She kept her belly dancer costume and other small mementos of her past, which surfaced as the skeletons in the shelf. The way the son fell upon his past is narrated with visual effect.
I sympathize with the mother despite being solely responsible for landing in life long trouble. It is ironic that the son is equally secretive about his correspondence with his father, and thus becoming responsible for the later repercussions in their lives.
I think it teaches us to be honest in our dealings with others and ourselves.
Now, how they come out of this chaos is open to imagination.
An engaging story.
Congratulations on your WDC Account Anniversary. Have a wonderful day.
Hello Chris,
I am a little puzzled by this poem. How to "Tell him you don't feel love anymore." It is a serious matter to tell him. No wonder you are mulling over this issue.
My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have lovely day!
It looks love under pressure doesn't grow. I am guessing so. You gave enough and that you don't have anymore to give. Does love ever stop growing?
Perhaps it does, when wings to fly are cut and that the bird is caged and cabined.
"You want your freedom too,
You feel imprisoned in a can"
Tables turn after a while. You feel as unsure as he was in the beginning.
I can see that if love has no freedom of frank expression or feeling lonely despite him, then love becomes a strife.
This is a candid poem of real feelings.
It flows well and it made me think about this often talked about emotion called love.
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