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I like the happy ending. I can't imagine a teenage life coming to a tragic end after the accident. This story highlights the consequences of drunken driving and late night parties. The author drives home to the parents the point that they too are responsible for not being strict with their off-spring with regard to maintaining a disciplined life style.
Setting is awesome. Jerry's state of being a coma patient is shown diagrammatically, the tubes and the atmosphere.
This three liner is appealing because it has lofty thoughts about love and bond. you talked about life's bond and the spiritual links between the souls. Obviously, the bond between the souls is of far reaching impact.
"as we embrace our souls for an eternity."
Imagery shows the two people in deep love with each other. Their love crosses the boundaries of the material plane into the spiritual aspect of love.
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A love poem with a difference. The poet speaks of the kind of sacrifices necessary to keep his lady love happy and safe. It is not your usual waxing poem that describes the beauty of the girl but rather goes deep into issues that threaten her security.
"Why must i pay for the faults of others?
T’was not i who hurt You my love…"
The assurance and promise to keep his love forever are done in a simple yet effective verse.
Imagery shows the reluctant woman and the pleading lover quite clearly.
Anxiety and grief took their toll, it looks like.
Worrying about the mother, the children can be pretty stressful.
I do that most of the time. But I notice that if I worry about non-existent health hazards, it would rob me of my present duties and put a spoke to my smooth routine.
"A shudder went down my spine that made me shiver. What if… beyond imagination."
Emotions and the mental set-up of the narrator persona are clearly shown in descriptive passages.
Imagination can play havoc on our mental peace and health as well in the long run.
Contemplative story that shows what it could have been if the danger was not diverted.
This story shows how much of patience and endless ability to continue changing and correcting and editing one's own writing.
Like it is shown, we miss so much of our valuable work in our anxiety to get noticed or our ambition to become famous. Hard work is something that should continue, come what may.
The meeting with the editor is an important part of the story. That is where we were shown what was missing in the story. Too much editing works against our own creativity.
This story tells me that writing under pressure is not correct.
To give birth to twins is a mother's ability and credit. Imagine carrying them for nine months and not knowing about it till their birth.
The expectant mother's way to hospital to be taken care of by the nurses, and events that followed are done excellently with the help of a perfect rhyme scheme and rhythmic meter.
Imagery mirrors the visual things as well as the mother's labor.
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This poem has appealing imagery mainly because you have written on what you have seen. That makes a difference. Ask me why?
Like the painter that paints from his view, so is the poet who creates from his observations. Such writing has spontaneity and a naturalness. Hence it appeals.
You have done a great job in describing step by step the advancing storm with the gathering of dark clouds.
"As dark clouds race above me;
There’s a cold front moving in."
As minutes pass, the clouds move in with a wind speed beyond expectation. Soon the person under the tree is seen running for shelter.
"I hasten to the house for shelter
As dust and debris goes flying by."
Nothing like watching rain from the safe enclosure.
Rhyming poem flows well to the beat of falling rain.
Well-written poem of the sweet memories of the past, when love was shining like a "never ending light".
Beautiful imagery and use of figures throughout the poem.
The place and the feeling are high lighted.
Inversion is used to make the effect more anticipatory.
" Deep beneath what use to be lies a place that once held you and me."
The mystery surrounding the "Deep beneath" makes me look for what happened next.
The way the poet admits to being cheated is stated in a line with positive expectations.
" wish once more that light would shine, for I had it all when you were mine."
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This poem written in free style talks about the way to find God, Who dwells in our own self.
Lines that impressed me are,
" the way to our soul
and to God, is not through the mind,
but through our senses.."
They sound so true. We listen to His voice, see Him with our inner vision and feel Him though our hearts and souls.
Music has the power to lower the "veil" between the self and ultimate Self.
Through the images such as "old growth trees holding the roof
in an arrow to heaven, or maybe
it was the morning sunlight flickering
through stained glass windows," the poet is able to show the unmanifested presence of divinity amidst us. Lower the veil and we can see it.
Quite entertaining and at the same time teaching the fact that knowledge is anyone's property. You earn it yourself by being humble and ready to learn.
Both the characters are shown enacting their roles in an appealing manner. If Mary paused to think she might have learnt the fact that not all the questions posed by the old owl have answers.
"How many ocean waves crash on the beach?"
It is not for nothing that the owls are supposed to be wise.
Story-poem is well constructed with dialog and visual imagery.
A poem of reflections on writing, knitting and love. Every line shows the inherent simplicity of the poet's life.
There is poesy in everyday life if we notice. The rhythm is unmistakable. You write poetry because you love it. You knit and live with love in the heart and in every action. There are no complications in a an "ordinary life." And that, is an enviable feature.
"My daily ordinary life
Is not exciting, rather tame,
Simple creative poesy."
The above lines show how simplicity and poesy make life a thing of beauty.
Admiration and devotion to mother are reflected in this rhyming verse.
A mother's bond with her children is one of the most precious of relationships. Mother is supreme. There is no denying this fact.
"For the rest of my life I will always love her.
This beautiful being, I call my Mother"
Rhyming only increases the impact of the poem. So does imagery.
This poem assesses the mother's worth and value in suitable words and imagery.
We can see that she is her children's guide, friend and philosopher.
"These are the things I always knew, being there for me everyday that I grew."
Only a mother knows the mind and heart of her children.
This nicely written romantic story shows that name doesn't matter in the long run. Yes, people may tease the owner of an odd name, but only temporarily as we see in the case of the two central characters in the story. The feelings of Rubella are shown quite transparently and the readers do understand the agony she had been through bearing a name she hated.
The author should be praised for taking us through the inner worlds of the characters.
Actually, "Huge the Blubberman" is more funny than Rubella spots.
The transition is not only in the names but their position in life too. That's well penned and quite convincing too.
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I appreciate the daughter's question. Her dog is part of her world. She cannot imagine to live without her pet. Even in his death she doesn't feel like parting with him.
"After all, what would God want with a dead dog?"
For once, the father was disarmed and did not know how to answer what looked like a pertinent question.
Made with prompt words, this free style poem is strangely telling. We don't know what her wrong doings are except for the clue given in,
"When she saw pretty necklaces,
Covered in diamond chips,..."
Past sins do revisit they say.
This is said in an appealing way.
"But every night,
Shadows came creeping back,
Haunting memories."
Fiction or fact, the free style poem appeals to me.
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The troubles and travails of the housewife are beautifully crafted in this non-fiction.
It is amazing to see you flitting like a busy butterfly from one job to another. The painful part was the cold weather and the children being too young to get out their warm beds early in the morning.
The husband was truly a sensible man. He protected the family from the blizzards and kept them safe. The lesson learnt is valuable though a few may not agree with it in these days of gender equality.
" God sends spouses to protect us from our own stupidity. We should listen to them."
My immediate reaction to the poem is "that's the spirit!"
You are right when you say,"This aging nonsense is just so surreal."
However, there is no denying the fact of passing years and aging. Body and mind both show signs of slowing. Sharpness and thought processes do not fade that easily I think. I watched my father whose brain was sharp and alert through the years.
You have raised health issues. These are again our own doing to some extent.
"I quit pouring poison down my throat each night,"
Your confidence and courage are praiseworthy. Keep them up!
My favorite lines are.
"So, my dear family, there’s no need to fret,
This woman’s not going anywhere,
I’m not done yet."
Imagery is visual, aural and appeals to mind as well.
A pressed red rose becomes a symbol of love. With the passage of time it slowly crumbles.
"the frail bud crumbles
a little at a time."
For now, the memory remains as the red rose rests between the pages on the shelf.
For the poet, the rose is ever fresh as her love is.
"Immortal as it seems
that rose, flush.."
Yet, for the outside world it crumbles gradually. Its immortality and its frailty are stated in the same stanza. Clarity is not lost however.
Excellent rhythm and sensitivity in lines like,
"Close the book. Mark
the page. On the shelf
our love will remain."
Imagery is that of a lively and a fading rose. Fresh and fading are poet's memories of love. Touching!
Winter and its deathly silence turn to peaceful quiet by the end of the poem.
Rhythmic poem shows the winter scene "Crystals falling down" from the outside and the view of the mind as well.
"You can now hear your own thoughts"
I like the way you have shown the blessings of winter. It makes you relax ("finally rest") and nights are longer though of course there is no stopping the wheel of time.
Winter, as I gather from your poem makes us contemplate more and think of life in a more leisurely manner.
I love the second stanza where you talked about your "world nestled in the crook of an arm." What a lovely image as you look at the babe just born. Mother and child! After nineteen years the bundle of joy grows up giving way to "emptiness of my arms." A bit wistful yet inevitable. Nothing remains the same.
However, you took pride and joy in his growing up to become an adult.
I appreciate the imagery and thoughts about "strange sense of loss and gain," experienced by all mothers alike.
I found this story listed in Newsletter (Romance).
This story has a pretty dramatic end. But not incredible. Such sudden events are known to have taken place.
Both the characters are well defined. The balance is more on Sylvia, for we know more about her than Bastion. In fact, we begin to suspect his motives half way through her search for him. It is common that women get cheated in such cases.
The writer has taken us through many events in a convincing manner.The most impressive one is when the plane crashed and we start to imagine the tragic end of Sylvia's love life. Tables turn and dame luck smiles and suddenly all's well with the world.
An engaging read with appropriate dialog and setting.
Write on!
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