I really enjoyed this little interesting story poem.
Fairies are the good things that favor kind-hearted people such as the mail box owner in the story.
I loved the way the broken fairy mended after a sipping coffee in her own dainty manner.
You brought out the benefits of drinking coffee through this little party with the fairy.
"She drank out of it daintily
Voila! It made her whole"
The fairy's return gift is incredible much to the relief of the lady of the house.
Acts of kindness are paid forward in the most unexpected ways.
The moral of the story comes through clear and loud.
The rhythm of the poem is well maintained.
Written in a simple narrative style, the story poem appeals to me.
Incredible entertainment story!
Loved the way the dragon frees itself from the city routine to relax by the sea.
Freedom, unfortunately, comes to him in small measures. And he certainly knows how to use his precious moments of freedom.
The description of Tobias as he morphed into his original form of a dragon with wings et al , which he lost for some mysterious reason, is truly admirable.
It is a scene from an interesting story I presume.
Language and style are enjoyable and so are the descriptive passages and contemplations of the mysterious dragon.
Hello Mary
I chanced upon this poem in a collection and I am glad I chose this poem to think of and review.
You have well compared living styles of two different phases that happened in a very short period.
What used to be independent houses now disappeared and sold to the big business of building apartment complexes.
No longer the fields exist with their flowers and grass. No children play in the fields that are no more. Distances between neighbors and their kids grew. We become more isolated and there is minimum or no contact.
Your poem highlights these aspects of life today in a telling manner.
"Do we live in houses in the sky
Where people call them home'
Happiness and good fellowship are sacrificed at the altar of money and neglect of basic happiness.
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Have a lovely day!
Description of the physical and mental depression finds a great expression. Many times we cannot speak of the kind of hell we suffer from. But here I find right expression to voice the negative feeling simmering inside
"Just let me lie here numb and cold
In my self-imposed grave."
The rhythm is magical and with the right line length too.
The very first line is arresting with its matchless metaphor.
"I sit encased in a block of ice
No fire inside can melt"
All the affection and all those memories rush in at the final hour before the funeral. Every tear every memory. Death is so real and so true, the one thing that cannot reverse. That is human fate.
The picture of death as it saps the last living juices out of the frail human frame is shown in absolute clarity.
"There death hovers closing in on every side"
Personification is effectively used if only to see the work of death.
Memories stay unlike the corporeal frame. Thank God for that. Gifts that last on and on.
"So as long as we live, surely you won't die"
Direct address to the friend that is no more makes your voice heard loud and clear, your feelings more effective.
Images of death and life come to the reader with a force of their own.
The pleasure of reading poems like the one above makes my heart glow for days on end.
Beautiful sentiments expressed in faultless images, metaphors and rhythm and rhyme. It touches the heart of everyone and inspires them to visualize and understand what the poem tries to instill.
All of us have undergone the hard and lonely days and many would recover with the solace and beauty provided by nature.
"Watch the birds feed from your garden and sit upon the fence
Think of flowers and the beauty of all life, as I make your sorrow mine."
Fear of death is felt by many, not knowing how or what it's going to be. Yet, your lines work magic if they heed.
"Don't be afraid of death, for that is just the start
The afterlife is waiting and my dear, it's just sublime"
Oh yes, life is too precious a gift to sit and grieve for something we will never know.
Over all, I love this poem because it includes and provides relief for all the lonely, the suffering and the frightened.
Life’s phases of innocence and experience are well depicted. The “rainbow of emotions” is spread throughout this poem in an appealing manner.
The progress from naiveté to being world-wise is shown with sensible examples.
Regarding “Black hearted people,”
“ Paint them caution yellow, turn the other way.”
The best way to treat rudeness is to avoid it.
In this whirlwind-like combination of life and time, people with balanced minds alone can keep afloat above the layers of both good and bad and enjoy every moment of God given gift of life.
“No more feeling blue.”
Happy evermore.
Imagery and appeal are combined in right ratio yielding the fruit of pleasure.
Hi,
you are so correct about choices. The truth about wisdom is to make right choices. They are around us. Unwise choices definitely leave a lot to be corrected.
You spoke about happy choices. I understand this. Indeed it is up to us to want to be one with others and enjoy life's experiences. On the other hand, if I choose to stay glum and isolated, it becomes miserable.
"No action, words left unspoken."
This free style poem is crisp and to the point. It has observations from life, about people.
It flows fine.
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Congratulations!
An interesting story.
Your dream about Fe was indeed validated. I suppose it happens when there is a strong bond between the dreamer and the one in the dream.
Makes me think about the reasons and the results of our dreams. This lady must have been in your thoughts before the dream occurred. Perhaps you were bent on paying her a visit. You did visit her after all, though in a dream.
Dreams are very strange. Sometimes they have no connection with any of our life and sometimes they take us to places we never visited or imagined. Our brains are such strange mechanisms!
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Enjoy the day!
this is a good story. Those who cannot publish should be inspired by this vignette. It was a sensible observation on Clive's part to say what he said.
This story told me people write for money and fame. Once the objectives are not fulfilled, these seekers feel disappointed and that might even stop them from writing. That would be so sad.
" Write for you, share your stories if you want, but always remember you are writing the stories for you not for someone else.”
Clive is a great guy. His advice goes a long way in understanding why we write stories, their disappointments when their hard work is not recognized. Instead of expecting acclaim or money, they should accept the stories for themselves.
this is quite an informative piece about Constitution. You have briefly shown the sections and provided details as well.
Good that there is provision to add or to amend the present elements if a situation so demands.
In the present era, I see certain changes taking place with the necessary majority vote.
There are sundry and varied opinions about the amendments regarding rights.
As you have pointed out, there are means by which a constitution evolves.
Your title is justified, "The Living Constitution.'
My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary.
Congratulations!
Have a wonderful day!
Thoughts at the end of the day returning home. Reflective of the first week in a new place, crowded and noisy. Milieu is caught in imagery like a scene on lens.
"I just hope my headphones
Can drown out the crowd"
From "sunrise to nightfall" traveling, working and travel again all the way to Aster Place could be monotonous.
Can't change the big city life. Same routine in every big city of the world. People need jobs, need money.
The worst thing is the rush in the morning and rush on return journey as well where it looks as though the world is too much with us.
The redeeming feature is anticipation of being home, not monotonous but something to look forward to. great!
I am impressed by this pretty tribute to the love of your life.
The sentiments expressed in this rhyming verse echo with honesty and true belief in love.
The fact that love is commitment comes through lines such as,
"One thing I know is you will always have me
Through thick and thin by your side I will be"
There is hope and determination behind the words.
A girl should be proud and happy to have love like this in her life.
Imagery and perfect rhyming are the two most attractive points of this poem.
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Congratulations!
Have a great day!
I love the way you changed the sky hue as per mood and experience. Fire lasts but for a short time. The grey can drag on for we don't know how long.
"The sky turns grey and blue
Aching for the moon"
But the light in the dark despite a blurry view of anything you love, lasts as long as the faith in heart is alive.
"I look for you
The light in the dark"
It is like the temporary versus permanent. Worldly connections disappear with death or separation, unlike the immortality of soul and its binding with the supreme consciousness.
you sound like a beautiful person, inside out. Your love of nature and love of things like mangoes confirm my impression that you love God and love to pray whenever there is a chance.
I feel that those who have faith in Almighty are special people. There's some kind of aura about them. Everybody feels like talking to them because they are free, loving and interested in caring.
Indeed, life is a gift and we should know how blessed we are to have such a wonderful world around us.
This story shows how a dream came true for you in your college life.
My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary.
Hope you are enjoying welcoming a brand new year at the WDC.
Congratulations!
Have a pleasant day!
The father is commendable because he acknowledged the daughter’s passion for music.
More than that I admire the girl’s firm decision to stay committed to music.
Her determination assures me of her bright musical future.
Loss of dear ones is difficult to come to grips with. Sadness shadows all the time. This story is inspiring enough to think differently. Night never lasts. Light breaks in at sometime. So it is with sadness and grief I believe.
You have shown the dawn of longer days and less darkness. Time to brighten life and bid good bye to the departed one. Time to celebrate Winter Solstice.
It is truly miraculous, the way in which a baby reacts to its mother's touch. Mother and child bond is magical, unique and the rarest you could ever find.
Babies identify their mother with great ease and instinctive response.
Your poem brings this out in a simple yet impressive manner.
A mom's duties are duly listed and it is truly admirable that she attends to the child with patience and love. A baby is intensely attached to its mother alone.
The last couplet puts the timeless truth aptly and agreeably.
"For Mother Loves Baby so much
And Baby Loves Mother's Tender-Touch."
You call them "crocodile tears". yet, to me they appear genuine and imploring.
Written in rhyming couplets, with visual imagery, it flows well.
Hi,
you whisked us through the chain of events prior to the finale at Senior Marcus's home.
Ideal flash fiction story is absorbing as it unfolded.
The end was unexpected. The twist in the tale was definitely pleasant.
What looked like betrayal turned out to be help in need and a true friend's portrayal is brought to the reader.
Dialog is the first element that attracts me in this story. It revealed a lot as to what happened.
The narrative is dense with characters, each one needed in the plot, none redundant.
An interesting flash with visible images of characters, places and emotional changes.
The boy's confusion at the faces of people like his mom and Jim Farrell is well shown. The past comes through the foggy comatose.
The earlier description of the boy bathing in white light led me to think that it was situation after his death. I suppose being in coma is being nearly dead.
It is like watching a movie as the boy slowly comes awake and gains complete consciousness.
Language and style are inimitable, yet worth emulating.
Using right words to describe situations is a talent rarely found.
You said some impressive things about shadows and light. True, that lighted is often blighted by lurking or looming shadows.
Who has the power to remove our sadness and makes us realise that
life is more than moping around and feeling sorry for what took place?
Irrevocably it’s our faith and absolute willingness to follow His path.
I appreciate the way you made shadows and light, a metaphor for life.
Perfect rhyme and rhythm!
Imagery appeals to mind.
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