"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.”"
Pretty engaging ghost story. It was frightening as well as thought provoking. The headless ghost is a novelty.
The drifting soul found the right person, who was also wronged in a similar way. I see the cooperation between a ghost and human being. That is also a different angle in telling a ghost story.
I fully appreciate the character of Cameran. she is bold and sensitive. I am duly surprised at the conversation between the two and the way they planned the downfall of the villains in their lives.
The father got an easy punishment for the crime he committed. Perhaps they both deserve a harsher treatment.
Setting and dialog are appropriate.
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 sight seeing story of summertime with Emily and Monica as the holiday makers.
It begins like a story, makes us pause with the descriptive middle and at the end, we wait for next year's visit to Mount. Rushmore with the illustrious Presidents looking from a lofty height.
The cafe sounds welcoming to the tired and thirsty visitors.
"exploring great places
and presidential faces."
It is worth planning to revisit a place of pleasant memories and refresh them with a cool drink.
Imagery appeals to me as I visualize the relaxing visitors with happy smiles.
This looks like a story that shows the reasons why a revolution is made. Also, the signs of a leader spotted in a young boy.
I find it a well created, thinking pulsing story of reality and actual happenings. The crowd of commoners, impoverished and hungry, possible looting and the two parents John and Jamie fending for themselves and Jasper, and their child, located in "the streets of what had once been New York City,"- all these images are reminders of a common occurrence before the revolution.
This could be a commonly found scenario in a number of countries where the leaders do nothing to defend the poor. Betrayed by them, historical revolutions are shown to have taken place. A revolution originates from the masses.
Jasper is created to show the spark that might light up the life-changing revolution. Yes, only the "chosen" are the leaders. Here he is akin to the leaders of revolutions throughout the history of the world.
"‘The eyes of him will be of light and slate,.....It’s the leader of the revolution. We’ve been waiting for him.”
The angry and insistent voice tells me that he or she is strongly individualistic and has ideas of his own. It is generally, the parental dictates that put their children in quandary and for some this pressure proves too much. I see something akin to it.
"I like who I am,"
That's a good way to know self. That means you like what you do and think. Parents should stop worrying especially, if the son or daughter is a major.
Fear is the reason in some parents to become a bit more authoritative than necessary. They are afraid for the future of their child.
This free style poem mirrors the sentiments and the burning thoughts in the mind of this person.
The tone of readiness to face any consequences comes through the lines,
"No matter what the Lord puts me through
I will be like me and only me!"
this is an amazing story. I found it high lighted in your port and couldn't resist reviewing the same. This review is for your upcoming WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another fulfilling and creative year at the WDC. Have a delightful day!
Boo seems to have a mind of his own. I can see that he is intelligent and sensible besides being naturally agile. I am truly surprised at the human qualities he demonstrated. What made me wonder at, was the way he hid the blue string and not giving a clue to it till he revealed it himself. That's being absolutely secretive for a dog.
You told the story in an engaging manner, describing in detail the care and attention you and Mr. Hooves paid for the welfare and upkeep of Boo, just like he was a child of your own. I love the way you fed him with healthy organic foods.
Reading your story made me feel that everyone should have a pet. Advantage is ours. A pet can be entertaining, serves as a security guard and above all, a clever and trusted companion.
this acrostic contains a worthy tribute to the New York city. I admire this historical, artistic and memorable city as its image comes through your poem.
"Your love cannot be destroyed."
That's right. It is a city of destiny, no less.
Well crafted on the lines of the city's beautiful and unforgettable spots, you took us around the city on a whirlwind tour.
I recognize the famous Broad way marked by theaters, the equally well-known Central Park and the awe-inspiring Time square are few of the spots of it multifaceted city.
No visit to New York is complete without going to the museums which could be thrilling and incredible.
Your love and pride come through the poem quite clearly.
I can see that this job is mind-blowing. While working for the community, you need to think of your own safety to save yourself from covid-19.
you are one of those front line warriors fighting with an invisible adversary. I see people around me going out and not following rules during the pandemic times. Work becomes tougher at such times due to irresponsible behavior of people.
"Most don't have on a mask and won't put one on thank you very much."
The refrain "Never again" shows the frustration and tension you must have gone through. But don't forget that a community is ever grateful to you for doing this thankless job. Once this passes, the kind of satisfaction you would experience could very well be fantastic.
So let's keep our fingers crossed and hope for the best.
Well written piece of prose-poem that mirrors the mind of those who go door to door for various necessary reasons.
Interesting story with shocking stuff. Thieves come in many guises. This appears to be a novel one.
The movers looked and sounded genuine. Perhaps they should have ID cards with them.
The accident is like adding fuel to the fire and things went up in a disaster.
Story line is catchy. This could have happened in real life.
Thievery took place in an incredibly short time. Everything went in their favor, Les and Stan.
Like the owners, the readers too do not suspect them till a long time later, by which time they escaped into gathering darkness.
Jeff's remorse could be felt by the reader. He is the one who lost most. A finger and a well loved piano. Fate, I suppose.
A Carona poem.
Its sudden swooping down on mankind is shocking. Saturday conversation shows the monotony of life in a free society. They were confused as to what to choose from among a variety of places to spend another free evening. There was no dearth of them.
"oot the windae."
out of the window, I guess.
Rhyming poem mirrors a situation.
After the onset of the pandemic, life took on a sudden and sullen change. This poem shows reaction to an enemy's ambushing tactics. It is a blind war, for the enemy can't be seen, nor touched. A silent take over the vitals and within days one gets hospitalized.
Restrictions are felt like tightening chains. New standards for the new context are well shown.
"Dark days, little contact, always on the verge of crying."
Locked up like a caged being.
Gains-
Spontaneous rhyming.
"Even writing out sentences which accidentally rhyme."
Realization-
" I will never complain about being bored again."
It looks like an ideal match, both Margie and Henry seem to belong to the same business. The accidental meeting and the refreshing high-school memories are well mixed to produce the right results.
Despite an unlikable past, they agree to combine their efforts to take the business ahead and make a success of it.
I like the new background to the story. Designing houses and selling them sound like a good enterprise.
Past leaves no shadow on the present. That's the good news.
Setting-
Open house comes to us with several aspects, both business and personal life of the two characters.
Characters-
Both of them are clearly defined.
Dialog is just the right amount and it helps us understand them, their past and present.
Flash-
Works well with its limited scope. The story is complete and makes sense.
A very engaging nice story not only for a child like Annabella Elizabeth, but for the readers as well.
The charm of the story is in its narrative details. Children love their grandmas mainly because they are patient, problem-solving and great story tellers.
By the time the story is over, the little girl might well have forgotten her misery and started smiling again.
Setting-
is warm and attractive, the kitchen with the flavor of cookies swirling in the air.
Characters-
Both are sketched with sensitivity. Their love for each other is unmistakable.
Magic of names is surely to attract all of us. Imagine four girls at one go. Anything can happen in a story.
Quite attractive!
Write on!
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