This poem reminds me of the expression "Dark Night of the Soul". It is a beautiful poem asking the question , we all do at times of having gone thru so much sorrow or strife in life, Are you there Lord?
And yes though we may doubt and seek in our souls we know "the Who I seek".
Delightful Seussism from a fellow lover of Seuss. I am envious that you can do this so well. Naturally, it all starts from reading to our children but it is so addicting. Alll my children are adults, yet at times we still use Seussisms on each other.
Please don;t get a seuss-ectomy!
The most original,witty travel/fantasy story I have ever read. Makes one realize they should pick their travel guide with care.
Well written. At least the guide gives his customer his undevided attention before the rather abrupt ending!
Great uncle Bert is one of the best flash fiction I have read. Flash fiction is a favorite of mine.
You have made a complete story of this less than 500 word piece. It's filled with great observations and humor.
Please stop over at my port and read one of mine. I have 2 flash fiction there and plan on doing more.
Maretta
Lovely remininisence of being at your grand-mother's house. Beautiful imagery. I especially love angels sleep by the lilac bush and hot chocolate and gingerbread with tv.
My little Grand-daughter was just with me for almost 3 days and I hope she takes the things we do and will write about them someday. We are already doing a power point presentation about our special things. She is nine and knows how to do that
This story touched me deeply. It is truly a beautiful story. So very well written, wonderful characters,one feels they can walk into your description of the chapel. Beautifully expressed.
Enjoyable and iteresting piece about good old Sherlock Holmes. I agree with you that there is no one to fill his shoes.
One little edit you should make is : It was Jeremy Brett, not Simon who played Holmes in recent times.
Well thought out poem about friendship across the miles. It rings very true to me because my best friend and I were 3200 miles apart but as the author here says in her /his poem "we let friendship bind us"
and"Our hearts guide us.
I have read and researched this problem and your article is well founded and researched, indeed.
the problem is still.as I write this,to be found too many places .
My son and his family live in Brooklyn Heights,NY, actually right across the water from the trade center and at the time my daughter-in-law had a horrible rash for quite some timw. It did go away finally, but what does this say about the future?
Another problem our country can't seem to deal with because of the lobbyists and corporation worship.
First of all I will tell you that I have been reviewing around and I found your blog and read it.
In the description of your blog you say,"You would like to write this as a book to be opened" and I thought that was a great sentence.
I have often thought about blogging myself and may some day.
I find you a very honest person and your views and the happenings in your life have made you who you are today. I will look in on you again.
A lovely Christmas tale of love and the beautiful little boy who gave you such a gift. It is poignant and fits the Christmas season to a T.
You tell your story, simply and well.
One litttle typo in the second las sentence.
I thought your poem was quite beautiful in the sense of your description of what happened to the black people. I know this might sound funny to you but it almost sounds like rap.
Your descriptions were quite stark and well written. You definately have talent here.
There is something confusing in the third last sentence. I am thinking it should be "White man raped our women -then they were forceed to bore the child".
This may not be what you want but it's asuggestion.
Will read more, I think the passion and the telling of this story deserves a five but look itover.
Amazing,describing love and what true beauty is in 55 words. Of course the most important word's were
"You're pretty". That says it all and you did.
I have a couple of flash fiction in my port, stop over and take a look sometime. {not 55 words though!}
This is quite a story. It had my interest and even though I kept hoping for a different ending I knew it wasn't going to happen.
The last three paragraphs are really special as you tell of remembering memories from your life and finding out all the things you knew, They seemed almost poetic. Good job.
Stop over and see something from my port.
First, let me say that it is very brave of you to write this and secondly to come to the conclusion that you have."That life is worth living".
I know it you have had a vry bad time of it by what you
have written but you also have taken the challenge to make a better life for yourself and I truly believe in
forgiving and moving on.
PLease watch your spelling. I always have a dictionary near me it comes in handy.
I read this poem thru twice and I must say it impresses me.
You express yourself very well in this poem.
I love your first two lines " I storm out out of a raucous evening
spent with acquaitences of auld" That is such a nice set up and I love the "rare expression of joy when you have your ephipany. Good work!
Adventure is not really my type of story. However, this story is the adventure story it advertises and the descriptions and writing is well done and the ending a great twist
This has been an enjoyable night for me, I just finished a beautiful story about a baby and now I just read your short, sweet, beautiful and to the point poem.
Since I have been on this sit, I have read so many wonderful stories. I truly marvel at the talent here.
However, I must say to you that this is the most beautiful story I have ever read.
You wrote and expressed yourself so well but on reading the end of this story I realized you were a blessed part of it.
I will share something with you. Just a year and a half ago my beloved oldest son died of ALS. I think it is the most horrible disease but never-the-less my son died, in faith, as this innocent baby did and he also had a look of peace. I have a story about my Steve on my port. Please read it sometime.Thank you for this beautiful story. Maretta
A more than well written story of Nanni and her brother Ravi told by their Mother that is filled with
patience, understanding and humor. A joy to read.
Please don't be so down on yourself. You write well, you can describe your feelings, that is a talent.
School days pass,when you are in college you will meet people that are not there because they have to be,they will have specific reasons and you will too.
Read, write,reach out to other people when the time seems right.
You will find yourself, I'm sure. DO KEEP WRITING!
Blessings. Maretta
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