This poem speaks so well of how sadness slips away. I chose this verse to review for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing one more year with the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
The title is striking. It catches the essence of how finally grief makes an exit despite the person's unwillingness to let it go. In the long run tears dry and sorrow loses its sharp edge. Like any other emotion sorrow too is hollow.
" time is payed"
The use of nautical verb is refreshing.
So it is with the word "paradox" How appropriate to this situation of letting go! self contradictory is how I would describe the condition of a letting go despite the longing to cling on.
Hi,
You have expressed your writer's block in an appealing way.
"For hours ideas swirl around,
but when I go to
write it down.......
The paper stares back, still blank."
It is true that writing, I mean putting your swirling stories on paper is not easy. The point I want to make is, you got to start somewhere, either the beginning, middle or end of the story. Like this poem for example.
Your imagery shows the poet thinking and forming ideas and then putting them to paper. Sometimes thinking too much can cause a block in expression.
Injured family relationships are brought to surface in this letter to daughter. Sometimes innocent children have to pay a heavy price for the love they ought to get from a parent.
I can see that your daughter became a scapegoat for the friction between the parents. She is not allowed to see her father for no fault of hers.
The father confesses to his helplessness in abandoning the girl. It is quite a bit moving. However, the reader's sympathy remains with the daughter.
Language and style are pretty much a draw. Sentences are well connected and the transformations take place quite smoothly.
I find this rather interesting note in your portfolio and decided to review it for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on the completion of one more year at the WDC. Have a lovely day!
Your analysis of the first, second and third marriages is done well. The complexion of marriage changes as it passes through different age levels and experience.
However, what I feel is that love must take the first priority. Some people I know marry the second time after being widowed for the sake of a culture norm. Among Mexicans I heard a woman needs to have a man with her if she is young and able.Its culture demands so.
That I aside, a number of women marry the second and third time for both financial and physical security.
A lone woman is an easy prey for the predatory males I guess.
I give top marks for the line,
"No matter where you find yourself on the marriage wheel, people would benefit far more by spending less time planning the wedding, and more time planning the marriage."
Meaning a marriage should be resting on warmth and loving togetherness first and foremost.
In the depth of heart lie dreams.
Everyone has an inner sanctum, one's own private world. some dreams and desires that we cannot express are found here.
In this rhyming poem I find a beautiful world full of vernal charm. Imagery shows the glorious green canopy of trees, golden sun, angels and mermaids. What a youthful world full of dreamscapes!
I am attracted to this poem because I can relate to the subject. Bringing up children is a real challenge indeed. Yet, a mother loves them more than anyone in the world. No wonder moms are referred to as "Supreme Mother."
Imagery shows what a drag a job it is to take care of kids. Their energy is difficult to deal with. A mother needs to extremely creative and patient while handling her children. Their curiosity is endless and the spirit of adventure terrifying. A mother is constantly nervous of their safety.
No wonder the grey in the hair makes an early appearance.
The second half of the poem shows her manner of relaxation. Now she assumes her role as a queen of her own world.
"Your sweet scent of tobacco and strong coffee enveloping ..."
Sounds exciting.
Happy WDC Account Anniversary!
Have a wonderful day!
this poem that deals with computers and real life sounds interesting. I am reviewing it for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have a lovely day.
It is difficult to mix personal pleasure and business. I mean a job. But being human, I think we do use the freedom to click on what interests us more than the deadlines set by the job concerns.
"There’s a deadline this afternoon
How will I ever make it through."
Checking email is the first thing any computer buff would do and then according to priorities we move on.
An important factor you highlighted is the slipping away of time. The computer is one of the most absorbing diversions the human intellect had ever invented. Hours pass and we still keep on clicking away.
" What, is it lunch time already?"
Great poem with a realistic touch and appealing imagery.
I found this poem with a great appeal in your portfolio and am reviewing it for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations for being creatively active for one more year at the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
One single line illuminates the whole poem like a beacon light that lights up a whole dark sea.
"We are all immigrant souls."
This thoughtfully used metaphor brings out the spiritual meaning of our life on earth. We are all immigrants on earth. None can claim a place of earth as their own. We have no rights on anything. The moment we use up the gift of life we leave.
I feel that living with detachment can make us happy and hassle-free.
This awareness at the end of the poem is the result of a glorious summer night filled with the memories of "stories and prayers" gifted to you by grandmothers.
To me, prayer for the welfare of "migrants" could be read as prayer for all living beings on earth.
Built on a web of metaphors your prose-poem caught me in the thick of it and I have no way to get out. You spun the words in a way that paint the picture of a single person in a cage freed by the hand of love, aggressively.
You had shown and experienced that the deepest dark and the brightest of light are not exclusive. They blend with love and touch the shores of joy forever.
With the literary adornments like metaphor, image and imagination in place it flows well.
this is a great poem of blessing, which I picked from your port. I am reviewing it for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another year with the WDC. Have a lovely day!
This poem full of blessings is an effective one. It certainly uplifted my drooping spirits. When darkness surrounds me, poems of this kind soothe my mind and heart. They tell me that life is yet to be. It tells me that never think too much of past and become tearful. I am also warned not to entertain too many dreams about future, for it might make me fearful. So I conclude that living in the present is the best way to use gift of life, in a way that makes me cheerful.
"May Angels steer you into morning dew,
May they warm you and live in your heart,"
This structured verse has a number of telling images that appeal to my eye and mind as well.
Enthusiasm to learn art from an unexpected section of students is beautifully shown in this poem.
The poem starts on a note of mystery. The artist had no idea who his apprentices would be. His puzzlement comes to fore agreeably, when he meets them.
"About fifty children running, laughing, and aged about eight or ten,"
Instead of shouting and drawing attention from the playful kids, the poet unfurls his canvas and starts the painting. It proved to be the right move. Children loved the drawing and were attracted to it. Its effect is shown in their total attention to the painting with various scenes from nature.
"Silent, wide eyed, and frozen still as if each were a statue of a child."
What better compliment can an artist expect from his students? Helping them learn the art of painting certainly gives the reward of satisfaction to the teacher.
This perfectly rhyming poem is well penned with visual imagery and it has a great flow.
Writing to kindle hope in millions of minds is certainly possible for poets like you, Brenda.
One of my most favored themes is, hope. This poem breathes a fresh fragrance into the spirit of hope.
Title is especially charming. "Lyrical minds" certainly suit the poets. It describes the heart and soul of a poet with a song of love displayed in his or her verses.
"The sweet notes that make life go round."
This rhyming verse is made of sweet thoughts of aspirations and songs of love and hope. Words used ring in the way poets sail through their poems with their immortal lyricism. Music is not only food of love but of hope too.
My favorite lines;
"Some people live with a song in their heart,
And an anthem of hope in their soul,"
The poet's idea of keeping hope alive takes a novel expression. Changing seasons keep the glow of hope burning. The parching heat somewhat dries it but the thought of future rain and cool winds brings solace to soul.
"The parching heat of summer
To the cool winds of autumn"
Similarly, winter, a season with killing cold and discomfort soon gives way to spring and once again the hope's glow.
"the icy hand of winter
Only to awaken again in the spring"
Oh yes. We definitely need hope whatever be the season. With hope we feel energized and inspired.
Imagery from nature is attractive to the eye and mind.
This story is way outside the box. I have never read any supernatural story as new and different as this. It is a love story told on both spheres, i.e. this world and "the life after death".
Dreams play a major role in this story. The intensity of attachment shows up in it. We dream of things which we cannot reach out to in normal life. The case of Harry and his girl friend seem more realistic in the dream she had.
The content apart, this story, told in first person point of view is narrated in a convincing manner. By the end of the story you come to believe in the events. It leaves you thinking of reasons why such things happen.
"I was totally confused; my senses abandoned me, I did not know what to do."
It is quite brilliant, I mean the technique the writer used in penning the story.
On the one hand, we see the reality, how the girl checks the room suspecting someone's presence, and on the other, unseen she feels the intimate touch and presence of that someone right in her bed. Naturally, she was confused.
Of course, the psychologists would come up with a well proved theory of the behavior of the mind in its subconscious state.
Yet, certain things cannot be explained or their existence shown.
Too good not to be true.
Prose style flows like a poem and the sentence structure, the smooth transformations win my praise.
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 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.
Thank you for sharing thoughts.
Write on!
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