That, words can be deadly is shown in this poem graphically. Harsh and unfair words seem to cause the fall, both physically and mentally. The first two stanzas elaborate what wasn't the reason for the hurt feelings. It is a fine way of heightening my curiosity to know exactly what went by.
It is revealed in the shape of a fall and then the clear description of the effect of those accusative or abusive words.
It is the effect that catches my visual attention. But the cause behind plays on my imagination and keeps me guessing.
"with no remorse
he tore it apart."
You wouldn't know how to react too.
I appreciate economy of words used with great depth. Poetic to the core.
this poem on precious memories appeals to me. I am reviewing this for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing one more fruitful year with the WDC. Have a lovely day!
This verse, as it scrolls down the page is filled with pleasant memories of child hood days spent on grand parents'farm and the charm and joy of festive seasons like Christmas and Thanksgiving. Memories are surely a treasure box, which we can open any time and get lost happily as they wash over us.
"Autumn, winter, spring and fall.
Halloween, Christmas, Easter and Thanksgiving."
Poet's background details make interesting reading. Airplanes and dad's job as the pilot are very appealing.
Life moves forward and time teaches us how to enjoy the memories of loving people, who played key role in shaping our own destinies.
With visual and appealing imagery, this free-style poem flows well.
I found this pretty poem in your port and am reviewing it for your up coming WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on your association with the WDC for one more year. Have a lovely day!
I find this verse, the acrostic on Exuberant, quite appealing. It shows as it says, abounding joy. It is as if your heart dances in abandon on the shores of happiness just found. It sounds like you said, "Bliss re-discovered." I am sure it must be something very thrilling and pleasurable.
Each tercet avows for some new found joy. Love alone can make your heart dance in the way you have so eloquently described. Finding love again has the impact of thanking the Lord. That's quite spontaneous.
Imagery is the core around which the content of the poem revolves. We can see, feel and understand the poet's exuberant mood.
The word Uber is novel and its use here quite refreshing.
Measured feet and a precise rhythm lend charm to this verse.
It flows well.
I picked this sensitive nonfiction from your port to review for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another fruitful year at the WDC. Have a lovely day!
You have significantly brought out the meaning and love that a mother has for her children. Mother is supreme in any culture. No one can take her place. There is no substitute for her endless love. She is equal to Godliness in my culture. The value and attachment you have for your mom is sincerely highlighted in this article.
" She had one of the most generous and kindest of hearts I knew."
Those who are able to love and hold their mother in high regard while she lives, are truly fortunate. They tasted her affection, grew up in the shade of her protection and guidance. She is also like a friend and philosopher.
Her loss is vocally expressed. It is irreparable. The loss of a dear one can be traumatic till a light shines within the self, saying "she lives on in your heart and soul." Not all is lost.
The story ends on a note hope of and reunion at another place. I love that idea, which very consoling.
" we will be together once again when it is my time."
Prose flows well with its rhythm in tact in sentence structure.
The title is significant. Sara was living one moment and melted away in blink of an eye. The locale is a bit puzzling. Arctic? They must be on a vacation.
The story is well narrated. Difference in age could play on the mind, yet the chemistry speaks otherwise.
The guilt for no fault is shown very graphically.
"He dropped to his knees in the drifting snow, releasing misery and pain."
Feelings echoing in the snowy night are detailed in captivating images.
"the hollow stillness of the night."
I came upon this very vocal poem in your port. This review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another year at the WDC. Have a great day!
A very romantic poem that addresses the way life was when she is around and when left by yourself.
"the first
light of each new day'
Metaphors abound throughout the poem and are used in an appropriate manner. They only indicate the real passionate feeling that the poet has for his lady-love. She is portrayed as the very sap and meaning of life without whom life becomes a void.
Each stanza gives a good idea of the kind of love the poet has for her.She is the "color of love"
for him.
She is the substance of his dreams too.
Imagery and poetic expression are matchless and draw us into their midst.
I have chosen this free verse to review for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on the completion of one more year with the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
You have written a meaningful poem on death. I notice there is economy of words but the meaning goes deep and effective. Who wouldn't appreciate if death is mocked at and made insignificant. The defiance of it makes a person feel easy when imagining death.
Death is generally talked about with fear. Yet I find in your poem there is no sign of it.
"Death, where is your sting"
Indeed death has no value when a person lives in the heart forever.
this review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. I found this poem in your portfolio and I found it well constructed. Congratulations on completing one more year at the creative WDC. Have a wonderful day!
This poem expresses the what, why and how of the food we consume. It suggests moderation in what we eat. Tasty food prepared with salt and spice satisfies our palate and hunger and how we look and live depend on that. You have said pretty gracefully in your poem the way food affects us.
"A temperate palate that dances with flavor
will not leave you bloated by greed"
These lines, I think are the key to our health and happiness. Greed and need are poles apart. Finding balance betwixt the two is vital to our life.
Imagery plays a key role in your poetic expression. It appeals to all senses, food being the best loved of existential needs.
It is a lovely poem on the state and mood of an elderly couple. The thoughts flow naturally and you see unavoidable reality. The difference between now and the past is sharply drawn with the help of visual imagery. People who were young, passionate and sharp change into a form as dictated and demanded by time, the tyrant. No way we can stop it.
" There was a time
when I wanted you close,"
Now, both the spirit and flesh become resigned.
"Time washed away memory
these aged eyes now foggily see."
Age factor cannot be forgotten.
Yet, the hope that looks for the best to come is kept alive. This really matters to live well in the present.
"Tomorrow, I will love better."
Very inspiring thought.
The rhythm and the word choices are excellent. They mirror the poet's mind and his sharp observations.
It is a meaningful story. Nobody sees himself or herself as an old person because of the attachment and ego. But the facts cannot be erased.
If you come out of yourself and visualize the old you, you can see it with clarity. The fact that it has "spiritual" as one of its genre, comes to fore.
Seeing yourself separate from self calls for concentration and detachment. One has to detach from self and step out like another looker-on to see your body. Just like others see your body you should be able to see it. It strengthens the self and develops detachment.
That's what has happened in the story. wonderful!
I look forward to see more of your philosophical ad spiritual stories.
A great poem dear Hooves! you hit the nail on its head on many levels. Your free-style poem mirrors the pros and cons of the present condition. A strange but engulfing disaster. Even the plague of the past centuries was not of this dangerous dimensions.
You have shown very clearly that it affects both at the physical and mental aspects of life of self and community.
Your opinion on the present generation comes to fore in lines,
"Hollow generation of the selfish stuck at home"
Corona has no partiality. It treats everyone alike and attacks an easy prey be it youth or an old person. Our fear peaks and continues to be so. Oh, what a situation and it is for all. It is all over the world.
"When it happens will it be quick and even at home or screaming for the last ventilator."
Your poem presents a clear picture of the state of life and the its ambiguity. We needed a virus to realize some basic aspects of present life.
These stressful times go down the history, an important incident that happened globally. It reminds us of the period of plague during the past, which was equally devastating.
These are also testing times for our patience and fortitude. It help us to come together and support the whole human kind, helping and sharing sorrow and joy when recovery starts. Yes, you are right, for the positive side of the coronal virus pandemic is emerging slowly but definitely. Mortality numbers are lessening and patients are fewer than previous tally.
Prayer and discipline will surely help all, I believe.
I am reviewing this very telling poem of yours for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another year at the creative WDC. Have a wonderful day.
This dark poem portrays what it is to be in the grip of depression. It details the person's state of mind with clarity.
"I'm drowning, I'm choking, I can't feel anymore
Suffocation drops me to the floor"
Here imagination and emotion make a potent combination. The reader too is drawn into the vortex of unstoppable nightmarish thoughts.
Yet I find at the end of the poem a glimmer of hope. All is not lost. There is a feeble but audible voice asking the person to get up and live again. Reference to the Phoenix is appropriate.
"I tell myself to rise up like the Phoenix"
With fine imagery, this poem is consistently written.
It flows well.
The strangeness and eerie silence in the floors, the hallway,and the laundry room ring through the poem. The quietness is like a bell tolling to warn the inmates to keep safe behind the doors. It struck at the very roots of our existence i.e social contact by way of talking and walking the roads and driving to favorite spots or even eating out.
Restricted life is what is seen in the imagery.
"they all hide behind the security
of two inches of solid wood"
Imagery is appealing and appropriate to the present condition.
This short verse brings out clear and present danger. Corona has torn the world apart and made it spin topsy turvy. I found this poem in your portfolio to review for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing one more year with the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
If nature is furious, I hold the human kind responsible for it. Your are right when you said,
"a lesson so hard to remember
warning not adhered"
Really we do have a short memory. We quickly forget the facts and get carried away by our own greed and desire to have more.
A nice short poem describing and showing what we are facing and what needs to be done.
Attractive poem on disharmony in love. When beats are not on level, the result can be disastrous. That's what the poet showed in this poem adding erroneous punctuation too.
Heart reacts without the help "lips." No need to voice discord when you can hear it in your heart.
"I wouldn't have to depend on lips
To scream the music of the innermost chamber in my..."
Imagery shows the "drums" as well two people disagreeing.
A trained dog's behavior is shown pretty visibly. The title says it all. It makes me curious regarding the disciplined conduct of the dog. I can imagine the usefulness of such a follower who would listen to every command of the master.
The shape of the poem is another draw. The rhythm must have sprung from the syllabic count.
Imagery shows the running dog to the master and the way it "frolics" in "fun" when told to play.
The poet uses visible and appealing imagery. What is more, it is a realistic poem and it is not based on imagination.
A moving story the orphaned sisters, June and Sophie.
The little girl Sophie's description is truly gripping. It is difficult to get into the mind of a four-year-old and more so to catch the impact of losing mother in an accident. Yet, it is done effectively judging by the fact that the reader sees through the incident and comes under the impact of the little girl's unspoken grief.
"NOoooooo! Mommie! Sophie, suddenly remembering, sat there crying little salty tears, her heart wrenching with real loss;"
The author leaves us to imagine the pain and grief of the sisters. The character makes it clear that they are absolutely alone in this world and that they need to fend for themselves.
Characterization and the story line are well done.
this is a lovely poem which I have chosen to review for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on the completion of one more year here at the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
These couplets with a great rhythm help us understand ourselves. You used comparison to bring out the fact that nobody is too small, to help or inspire.
"And then I realize how big I really am,"
Comparisons are very helpful on occasions like these. They give us confidence and make us win our inferiority complexes.
Each one is unique and should be respected by self first and then others.
For this upcoming WDC Account Anniversary of yours, I am reviewing this very interesting incident you penned. Congratulations for completing another year at the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
Some incidents from childhood remain clearly etched out in memory. The experience you have had on that day many years ago is truly full of tension.
I can't even imagine how you guys faced so much of fright. One drunken man would have ruined all the little boys and caused so much of sadness to their families. I could see it was sheer luck that had saved the bus from falling into the ditch.
It was lucky that you could still go to school and had a nice day.
You stated all the factual matters in a realistic manner.
This makes me think about the question you raised in this short note on vulnerability. The four questions you asked at the beginning of the write up are also thought provoking. My response to them would be,
the best friend would never be other than being sympathetic to your confession.
the parents are part of your life. They know the ins and outs of their son or daughter. I trust them to be open to my feelings and help me overcome them if need be.
Teachers too are like parents except that they help us in gaining qualities that the parents cannot. They help us to think, to rationalize, to understand, to organize and express ourselves. We may err but they know how to be forgiving and be tolerant. I am talking about true teachers.
With all the above people you can argue, convince or be convinced and rationalize. There is nothing wrong in putting across our view point. There is no possible risk (vulnerability) in being frank in our lives.
Similarly, if I love somebody truthfully and if that feeling is reciprocated, there cannot be any secrets between the two of them. In our culture (Indian)a life partner is all-in-one. Besides being a lover, they play several roles in our lives. So where is the question of being vulnerable?
I am reviewing this very curious story for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on being associated with the WDC for one more year. I hope you will have a great time on this day.
I relate to the events in the story. My second son was born after completing the term. I remember very clearly that I had a very exciting and frightening time when a neighbor who was mentally ill stomped into my parents' house threatening all of us. I had to run hither and thither to save myself and the baby. My father was able to put the guy down and that very evening I was taken to the hospital for delivery.
In your case you walked an incredible distance and no wonder that physical exercise prompted the baby to push out.
Your description of the tension, hard-work and uncertainty of what was going to happen is very clear and diagrammatic.
Prose style is smooth and I faced no problems reading and understanding it.
I chose this appealing verse from your port and am reviewing it for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another year at the WDC. Have a wonderful day.
This is romantic poem with more than a touch of spirituality. It began on a mundane level of promising everlasting love and affection. Life together is presented like a pleasant dream. As all dreams end, life too has its curtain-fall. You have foreseen what is to happen at the end. The end you made is appropriate and appealing. The idea and imagination of your walk with your "other half" into the Celestial world is simply fascinating. Any loving wife would long for such an end.
Imagery is eye-catching and appealing to mind and spirit.
A very surprising story with unexpected twist. It is not everyday that you encounter a kind person like Fiona, who took Bill, a stranger, under her wing.
The setting where she met Bill is very appropriate. It was a chance meeting but the author presented it in a natural way. Both happened to be grieving and found a kindred soul in one another. Fiona moves from one emotion to another until finally we see them living together.
Faith and belief too played a role in Fiona's life. She believed it was her dead husband that set right her life and sent a stranger into her life.
It is difficult to suspend disbelief yet it feels good to believe in the events of the story.
I have picked this poem from your port to review for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on the completion of another year at the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
This is an appealing poem of love. Falling in love is delightfully expressed here. I can see that love is effective in many ways. It makes you lose your sense of thinking, "Wondering if my state of mind was still firmly intact."
I can see that at that moment of fascination you are insulated from the outside world in an attractive manner.
"Just standing there paralyzed, staring, with no other cares,"
What really appealed to me is that love made you feel elevated.
"Finally feeling alive and above the world itself,"
With a flowing rhyming and visual imagery this poem flows well.
Write on!
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