this poem of yours brings to my mind the picture of a person, whom I would describe relaxing rather than being lazy.
You did say it was the Sunday after Thanksgiving. What do you expect other than lazing away on the next day. It is a delicious experience to stay in bed for as long as the body and mind want.
"Can’t you see
That I’m liking it?"
Attractively repetitive, this particular metaphor,
"I am a slug;
Dragging,
Crawling,"
paints the movements of the body and the picture of the mind that is consciously lazing away. These are the days that rejuvenates a person and recharges the energy necessary to go through the day-to-day life.
this poem impressed me so much that I am writing a review on it for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another year of successful writing at the WDC. Have a joyous day!
You have shown the multiple ways in which writing can be done and so well too. I realize the scope to write on different aspects of life is vast and various.
This verse appears to be free-style composition but the rhythm is unmistakable and precise. You take me to different worlds where imagination turns fertile and lets us fly on its fantastic wings. There is beauty and wonder, there is action and adventure, there is feud and villainy as well.
"Reveal a villain, one who perhaps, is merely a victim."
Cooking is one of the best topics to write about. It lets us practice writing skills in a unique way.
The intensity of the struggle for representation could be seen in this articles. It is newspaper cuttings such as these, that give us a clear idea and view of history as it unfolded at that moment of time. It was a vital moment for the colonies. They declared independence indirectly.
Known as Boston Tea Party, the incident was famous for its defiance of the British imposition of "taxation without representation". "Sons of Liberty" will forever be remembered for their dare and courage in emptying shiploads of tea into the sea. It was the first major act of defiance against the British rule over the colonists.
I can well imagine the fury and frustration of the British. East India Company played a major role in expanding the frontiers of the British Empire throughout the world . They came for trade and settled as rulers in India as well. It is another story how this occupations was possible.
The estimates at the end of the article are mind-blowing. However, no cost is less for Independence from foreign yoke.
Thanks for sharing this article that reported a groundbreaking incident in Boston's port.
I felt that in this poem, every word and the feelings expressed are sincere and uttered from the depths of your heart.
In this free-style composition, you have used simple terms with profound meanings.
“...when you hold me in your arms....moment in time for always.”
I can call this a prose poem with all poetic devices in place. Imagery paints scenes from real life, yet waxing with sentimental love.
The lovers are engrossed with each other and the world fades away behind them.
It flows well.
Happy wdc Account Anniversary! Have wonderful day!
Hello Bill,
This is a touching story well-written in free style verse. My review of it is for your Wdc Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another creative year at the Wdc. Have a celebratory day.
I could understand that all was not well between the brothers prior to that night . That must be a happy night when the breach was cemented.
Those few lines caught the mood and mind set of both the brothers. In a silent yet spontaneous gesture, he was able to express his feelings of remorse of the past and love and happiness at the present reunion.
The silent witness has a key role too by implying the value and need of sibling.
It has a prose format. Yet, the pauses, silence and the brief exchange are powerfully poetic.
Imagery is visual with a dramatic effect.
Quite enjoyable.
I have picked this poem on a memorable friend to review for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on being an active member of the WDC for another year.Have a wonderful day!
The theme is attractive. It is so true that true friends are like angels in disguise. It is lucky that you came across this friend who is always in your memory.
As I see memories of this person act like a soothing balm when you feel lonely.
The portrait you have drawn is quite catchy and I see why you love this friend so much. He/she is charming both physically and mentally.
"On why thoughts of you make me smile
Or how you make my heart jump."
this is a appealing take on life. You said,
"To live is not without its suffering,"
I will go step further and say, to live is suffering mostly. We feel the pinch of pain more than the times of pleasure. (that's why tragedies are forever whereas comedies are not that well remembered.)Sometimes nothing remains. Life is just one big cipher.
You are so right. Time makes no differences. Moments are the same. We attribute to them our own impressions.
The last paragraph shows the person as mangled heap of pain, failure and disillusion.
Moments like these are common for those who think deeply about things, of life, love, hate and the elusiveness of flashes of wisdom.
Loved your style, use of language and contemplative mode.
It's my pleasure to review for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing one more marvelously creative year at the WDC. Have a lovely day!
This item is invaluable to anyone irrespective of he or she, a writer or not. These quotes are relevant to all and those who follow them will definitely find happiness always.
Some of them are sheer magic while a few others are great models for life.
"You, the individual, can change the world--
by changing yourself you change the world in which
you live--your are a component of God's infinite creation."
I find this simply awesome like others. I like this because it tells me the secret of happiness and how to find it by simple means. If I behave in a befitting way, others living around me feel like following me and thus we contribute to general well-being and peaceful co-existence.
Thank you for thinking and putting those good things of life for all.
Imagery gets me, makes me breathless. Rare poetic zeal, spontaneous and colourful.
“meet me in the hills” sounds romantic and a bit mysterious as well.
Throughly spiritual, it thrills me to see them, an angel and a mortal. It is not just another mundane meeting. The fair-winged angel leading the woman of exceeding devotion to heaven’s gate through the hills, lochs,
and rivers makes intensely appealing image.
As I read through the exchange, I can visualize them flying across the sacred land.
Spirituality comes through appropriate use of words such as, “sacred grounds” “devotion and desire “white feathered wings” “light of wonder” and “heavenly time”.
The feeling of sublime pleasure throughout the poem is unmistakable.
Rhythm gets me to the quick more than other elements of this Pantoum.
Precise structure and a model one for me. The casualness of composition makes me fee at ease with the form and prompts me to go for a poem of my own.
Standing in line when lights go out, a fleeting apprehension("I’m soon to be finished— no doubt.") between the lines and then with the lights on, enthusiasm to live it up also switches on.
"My moment of darkness has passed.
My spirit is singing, of course!"
Isn't this what life is? Fear and joy, drabness and delight, light and darkness alter throughout this journey.
You see, I see a lot of symbolism too embedded in the Pantoum.
Imagery shows the milieu as well as the poet going through kaleidoscopic feelings.
Heroine's heartbreak is shown quite diagrammatically. It feels realistic and natural. The setting and characters come along as though they have been taking place in the film industry as it were.
The woman's condition even before Danny was lost to the Devil's triangle is one of depression mainly due to her habit of consuming drugs and alcohol. She was already into the soughs of depression. Danny's disappearance only added to her condition of being in the dumps and took her to further ruining her chances of acting. It was unexpected and thus added more drama to the dramatic filming.
This story makes me aware of the kind of conditions that prevail in screen life. The artists live on the edge of life not knowing where and how it ends. They cannot escape from the risks of being physically close to each other and then for a reason beyond their control, they lose footing and slide down finding no friend or solace anywhere. They are left with deep psychological wounds. It is difficult to come out of the trauma. Money can't buy peace.
Such a tragic life!
It is a rare read for me. Thank you.
Hi
You have done a great service by making the Americans aware of the pitiable conditions of the military veterans. Like you said I don't understand. In many countries, the military personnel receive pension and enjoy benefits like fee housing, medical facilities and a discount in all utilities after retirement irrespective of rank and file.
(stores)
But for them, we wouldn't be enjoying peaceful living.
It is astounding to see so many homeless veterans and those who commit suicide.
With more such mobilizing public awareness drives, at least the people of the country should wake up and take notice.
This romantic poem sounds like a lyrical song of love.
Rhythm gets me along with the telling word choices.
Imagery is even better, showing the seasons, the places and the states of mind through which true love never alters. Alteration in the weather and space make no difference to the two in love forever.
This kind of love is the same through all the ages of love till the end.
"If you cannot love me through out these seasons
Don't love me at all."
You have developed the imaginary garden very well indeed. Given a choice I would definitely like to have similar one planted in my backyard. The roses are enticing and so is the pool provides a kind peace where one can sit and dream of another world.
The old lady obviously the owner of the garden is also an interesting character. surely, she might have her own story to tell.
I realize it is all about the garden and how well one should tend it to keep as beautiful and as fresh always.
this is a wonderful motivational piece on doing a job with immediate effect. Lazy as we are, many of us have the tendency to postpone and procrastinate little realizing their long time harm.
You are right when you affirm that today is the key to finding what we want, mostly satisfaction and happiness thereby. I appreciate that view point.
"Today is THE day for you to achieve your happiness."
This is a practical observation. We begin the day to complete a certain business, with a will of our own, I am sure we finish it without fail.
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 flows well.
Write on!
The poem flows well.
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