An appealing poem on trees. They do have voice of their own if people have willingness to listen. Spending time with the trees touching them and feeling their skins, branches and leaves has always been a great pleasure for me. As I look at the mountain, I can the trees on the sides along with other kinds of bush scale its height and enjoy the elevated scape.
This byte size poem delves into the very life springs of trees and visualizes its shape and voice and the wind that surround them. Trees love to tell their stories.
this is an impressive acrostic on "ordinary".
You have shown that to be ordinary is quite extraordinary and that it is not possible for many to be so. True that to be ordinary is to be "overshadowed". Yet is not a big deal for those who do not make much noise about anything. So they go unnoticed. Pretty logical, but they, I mean those who look and behave ordinarily can cross the odds with ease and shine better on recognition.
A very appealing poem with true-to-life observations.
Quite vivid and violent is this nightmare of yours.
Big brothers could be bullies like the one in the poem.
Written in free verse style, it conveys the poet's underlying fears and causes of that fear.
There is a mini story in these lines, which might have been the result reading crime scenes.
But the girl is not less in procuring unexpected weapons of violence and making a dent with them not only on the body of the assailant, but also a big hole to his confidence.
I like the story as well as the way you have woven it into the fabric of a nice poem.
I wonder if knowing existence of God would rob us of our faith. I think that such an eventuality should reinforce our belief in Him, increase our faith. It should make us tremble if we commit sin.
Without the belief in the power behind many, yes, as you say religions would collapse and there will be one whole world ready to live sinful lives. With no God to believe in, hell would descend and we burn in fires of our own making. That's not agreeable, is it?
I think after having had arguments both for and against the existence of a supreme power or God, what we have is the best, not knowing either.
That is the reason why we have passionate believers on the one hand and absolute atheists on the other. We have enough freedom, thanks to our radical socialist thinkers to choose between the two arguments. In the end, we know that everything is theory. Nothing is proved. So we either believe or not believe. There is no happy mean betwixt the two.
Nicely penned. Romancing the sport. Beth and Sol make a great pair, especially with their love of running. I am sure she will develop genuine interest now that she knew the thrill of reaching the "finishing line."
Setting is great, in the open with the sky smiling down on them.
Characters come through clear as crystal, she with a motive to impress him, and he to see if she could meet his expectations.
Once that is done, their love blooms.
this is a picturesque piece of poetry you created.
Here is a short review of it on the occasion of your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have a lovely day!
The best image besides the waves, the clouds, children playing about is you sleeping on the beach. Unless it is high summer it could get a little chilly at night.
That apart, you painted a pretty picture of picnic by the beach in various colors.
"Lovely waters of bluish green
Sparkle in the sun"
What a lovely translucent sea! It could be fun frolicking or just watching waves rush in and rush out. Strange they have the same speed either way.
These examples and exercises in imagination take me to the worlds you created.
Perhaps this is what flying on the wings of imagination is.
Where would we be without imagination?
This world would be a place without laughter and joy without imagination.
After hope, imagination is the best thing that happened to the human kind.
...Perhaps I will build a castle in the air and stay there making friends with the angels...
this topic interests me. Happiness is something that all of us want to find and live with. Your principles of happiness are simple everyday findings. I like the concept of finding happiness in the tasks we we, in the people we meet and within our own selves.
Abraham Lincoln's saying is quite relevant in this context. 'Folks are usually about as happy as they make their minds up to be.'
You said, "We must live lightly, and get happiness ..."
By this you mean we should have a simple way of living and don't get too serious about issues of concern. The less we worry,the happier we are.
Thank God, you were just in time. Thinking that everything will be fine and that it is just a small irritation could be dangerous. Good that you wrote about it so that many others would learn the lesson and take care of themselves at least in the nick of time.
I could imagine your feelings and thoughts as the infection started becoming dense by the day. Even using essential oils was of no avail except for temporary relief as you might have observed.
I hope the recovery process was gradual and complete.
The effect of music is shown in a very lucid way. Music is such a great medium to let the soul transcend from here to some heavenly place.
I feel the gradual unfolding of the many layers of mind and let it roam freely devoid of material thoughts.
The Indian exposition of Ragas ( or styles of singing in classical music) have a mesmerizing effect on the deep listener. They compare to a pyramid rising from a broad base to one point of crescendo and then come back gradually and bring us to our own world. Only masters have that magnetic quality.
"Gliding from such heights,
At ease, we're brought down,"
it is a nice romantic poem. I found it in your port and here is a review for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another year at the WDC. Have a nice wonderful day!
It is a compact poem that shows what love means to you. It shows how it patterns itself to the needs of the beloved. Love is all about companionship and moral help when the partner needs it. All the five stanzas of the poem show the different ways in which you can love a person. If all the lovers behave in those ways in which you have assured her, what a wonderful place this world could be.
"You are my friend
The rare person I turn to for help"
I like the way the lines flow with a rhythm of their own.
"I write to discover and uncover the truth about myself, who I was, who I am becoming and who I am supposed to be."
You mean the creative process will let the writer to know the answers for the questions?
I find the reasons for writing are more social.
"I write is to help the magic inside grow and to keep it alive so I can positively effect a change in the world one soul at a time." More objective than personal?
This too is fascinating.
Most of the poetry I read is emotional expressions combined with imagination somewhat like the poems of Wordsworth.
So, a writer has many angles to his writing. They coexist.
There are many writers, who write for money. I don't think it is a bad option. When someone is not good at anything else except writing, and if there are offers to buy it, one should let go. By doing this a writer is given a chance to understand and practice writing for audience. He can choose his clientele or readers to write for. Money also is an incentive and inspiration to a writer. Take the example of those who write stories for the screen, both big and small, script writers and writers on environment or issues related to environment. There are a number of openings for those who want to be professional writers. Words are such magical things. They bend to the writer's will and command, if he is a committed and devoted one.
Imagination and creativity accompany any kind of writing, including economics and law among others.
this is a fantastic piece of writing based on your experience. I found it in your port and immediately, I was drawn to it. Here is a review on it for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have a wonderful day!
This story shows that there is no dearth of kind people in this world. The three girls you spoke about sound beautiful mainly because of their kindness to a complete stranger. They felt that here is someone whom we can help and went forward with their way of being helpful to you, unexpectedly fallen ill with no real help.
Situations like the above show that the human beings belong to one family.
I think you are talking in symbols.
Those who speak and follow truth end up nowwhere, or do not know where they came to.
If this boy in the trailer is the one with truth, he could not deliver it.
I see two reasons for his failure in conveying truth. First, he was not sure where to go to give it.
Second, even supposing he reached the right address, he knew that the person in side is deaf and so could not have heard a letter being dropped at her or his doorstep.
To me, she or he represent the people of the world. Even if truth knocks at their door, they cannot hear it for they are deaf to truth.
Allegorical like Aesop's tales. A symbolic fictional narrative.
A nice story of love and belief. God creates and everyone has a purpose behind life. They are made to realize it at some point of time.
Life is not one straight line. It has many curves, some happy and others sad. As the example of Marlene's life shows, life changes in a short time and before one realizes it undergoes upheaval and everything looks sad and desolate.
As you have meaningfully shown, if one has God's grace, then tables turn and a tragic situation changes into a happy one.
I get the message that we should believe in Him and follow the path of righteousness.
This fantastic brief account of your life, has lots of impressive "spots of time". I found it highlighted in your port and am here reviewing it for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on being creatively active for another year at the WDC. Have a lovely day, Lobelia.
"An entire life fades in a moment
like fantasy-
Just a pretty story"
The first line has an impressive metaphor. The second, a great simile, both fit with life perfectly.
However, the past lights up the present too. Glorious memories of the feel of the sun on your shoulders, walking like a queen by his side certainly revisit to make you feel whole again despite feeling cut off from the present. You presented that in another marvelous image.
"I take up my old life again
Beside people without a clue
to who I was,
Am."
It is a wonderful poem, if analysed would go to lengths.
You mean body and mind must merge to create a better life for the individual.
To me this sounds like the word "Yoga" which means joining. I understand this joining of mind and outside as one entity.
This is also a great practice for concentration and it gives me a kind of elevated feeling. As in exercising there is no difference between the "outer" and the "inner" in yoga practice and meditation too I find the same harmony.
" In your movements, include beauty and sensitivity."
You mean enjoy the activity and be aware of it?
I am sure it will help my movements to become very symmetrical and balanced.
I got this story from your port. It is a nice contemplative kind of story. Here's a short review of it for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations for your continued association with the WDC. Have a delightful day!
I feel that both the characters have something in common at that moment in time. Luisa was concerned for her plastic, perhaps collected to get it to the recycling place. Her way to earn for her keep. on the parallel we have James worried about his stock business the fall of which means fall of his life.
"…and, I will lose my condominium and my car, .."
But then he stopped by to help a poor woman get back her plastic and reach the sidewalk.
"she strained her hunched neck upward to look at him and smile.'
I appreciate your way of saying that life is more important than livelihood and that life if used for others' help shines even better.
Thank you for a nice story with a meaningful message and some real thrill created by action on the busy road.
I found this poem in your port and got immediately hooked. I am reviewing this your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another year of creativity at the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
My first thought on reading this poem is appreciation of the transformed house. If all the lonely and rotting houses are turned into splendid homes, how nice the neighborhood would be!
The two versions of the house come with suitable imagery and thoughts. The ghost house has a definite eerie feel to it.
" Their shadows grey and blue." Its crumbling stage looks as though it is made for ghosts.
Turning the ugly into something appealing and eye-catching is done through the second half of the poem with equal appeal. Its new spruced up looks are enticing.
But that time is yet to come.
Imagery and rhyme scheme add to the attractiveness of the poem.
Hi,
This is truly a rhythm-perfect poem. It shows the pain and anguish that a chained soul experiences in an engulfing state of loneliness and bewilderment.
I found the famous romantic poet P.B. Shelley felt about the same way.
"I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!"
If only the "mess"cleared, and you found your freedom!
That means you are not defeated yet. You might clear the mess if you so intend.
The cry for help and the tears of agony reach out. It is an imploring voice at the end of the poem that gives the clue to relief.
"I lye bleeding on the thorny roads
begging you to free me."
(lie)
I wonder why you used "i" for "I"
You seem to be a lucky guy on that hot summer afternoon. Mom's lemonade must have tasted like nectar, when the wind decided to hide away and the sun appeared to make it a red hot day.
It is during such times like these, we need to keep cool, both ways physical and mental. And that you seem to have had in plenty.
The experience shows your fun-loving parents joking at the rusted but very much in form, the old RC thermometer.
"“Poppy, that thermometer is laughing at us.” To which dad replied,
“Yup, that’s the only thing doing its work today.”"
Interesting curious record of war and the conflict it created in the family.
Anna's character seems to be at the center of the story.
The story begins well. Then we continue with how Anna settles with the family.
At the end where she meets the stranger, who apparently knew her fiance, there seems to be another beginning.
So far there is no dialog. The silent stranger creates a kind of suspense regarding the death of Anna's fiance.
The story is reported in faultless language and even the style seems impressive.
Hello Zeke,
this devotional poem reinforces my faith in God. You have shown by the thought that if we are what we are, it is due to Him. I fully agree with this idea of his all pervading and and beneficial presence.
Short stanzas reveal many aspects of Supreme power that surrounds universe. He is the one behind many and there is nothing which doesn't belong to Him.
" He’s our pillar.
All the time"
Interesting composition.
Write on!
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