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.
"no hurried pace" "listlessness" "this climate of duress" belong to a housewife after others leave.
You have described the frame of her mind, the way life appears to her.
Indeed, if you start to relax, you cannot get back to work because you are so tired that,
"This listlessness vies for dominance"
Well put,for we all go through that limbo at sometime or other.
The very first line is arresting.
"You float as a shade"
Shows how "listless" the person is.
Lines like the ones below are impressive, have direct effect on the reader.
"Dismay licks at my cracked
And thirsty soul,"
A beautiful and telling poem.
You like everything, fine things included.
Above all you "admire" ordinariness.
That gets my attention and admiration.
Few people like being ordinary.
But I know its value, its anonymity and privileges.
Yes, there are privileges of being ordinary. You watch the scene, you enjoy from sidelines and become more thoughtful of life, perhaps jot lines on the things, people and places you have come into contact with.
I admire your extra ordinariness too, for you like not just the good and handsome things but also the ugly, which of course is pretty ordinary.
Love wears different hats at different ages.
From what I read in this spontaneous verse, I conclude that love is ever young, ever ready to be embraced.
I like the way you discussed love.
Lines like,
"We fall in love, and we don't know why"
We never pause to think about why love happens. This attachment above all other attachments seems more lasting than others do.
I glean that love appears strange too as it occurs at an age when you least expect.
The power of love runs deep.
Love is not taught in any school.
Nice poem about being individualistic though different. There is nothing to fear especially from fellow human beings in this world created by God.
You are talking about acceptance. Who accepts whom? We are all made in the same way. Those who cannot live with this truth are the ones that lose. Not others.
You stated certain things which do happen around us. Differences of many kinds. The most detestable being treating some with disdain because they come from different cultures and backgrounds or simply because they look different.
What made me stop by is the reflection of reality in this easy flowing verse.
I think it’s a great way to pass time staring around and sipping coffee perhaps peppermint flavoured.
Writing seems second nature to this person on the porch. Thoughtful and perceptive, she gets her daily dose of inspiration thus by watching people, using imagination and jotting lines.
You have made a great use of the prompt.
It flows well.
Have a wonderful, wonderful WDC Account Anniversary!
I call this a inspiration cum awareness poem. It is inspirational because it exhorts to appreciate and understand what you see, what you experience. It also makes us aware of slipping time and in that context how every day becomes valuable.
The reflective mood shows as to how much did we savor and enjoy while the time for the sun to stop shining and the well to dry approaches. Got to live with facts without fear. Fear does nothing to stop what has to stop.
"...the grin of small boys
Bouncing a basket ball?"
and the small girl's determination to
"...ride her bike unaided
Without training wheels."
are certainly more important things.
I found this engaging flash fiction in your port. My review here is for your WDC Account Anniversary.
Congratulations, as you usher in a new creative year at the WDC.
Have a lovely day!
I could see Sally's desperation to get the messy tangle of colours out of her hair. She does seem to represent the general longing to have great hair. The title strikes well.
The dyeing process was long and slow and ultimately, it turned out to be a mess. For a moment I felt pity rising for her and tell her, " Sally dear, just leave the hair as it is. Just be yourself."
Great story reflecting an irrepressible wish to look good.
I thoroughly enjoyed this description of what makes it weird.
I am Jaya and I am reviewing this crisp poem for your WDC Account Anniversary.
Congratulations!
Have a great day!
As I have started liking vegetarian food more than nonvegetarian, I find myself becoming partial to the vegetarians.
There's is an argument that meat and other associated dishes provide protein. I found out that there are a number of things other than meat that contain protein. Eating meat is no big deal.
"Body dead
Body sold"
Your word play is appropriate and thoughtful.
Your poem draws attention to more serious issues like hurting and killing animals and eating dead animals. That makes people almost cannibals.
I am glad I have stopped eating meat. Vegetarians, though weird to some, are actually peace loving folks.
"Healthy vegetables
Vegetables fresh
Fresh fruit
Fresh and sweet"
Parting with love especially in winter is graphically shown.
Imagery is of pivotal importance in this free style poem. Cold and warmth are juxtaposed to show what makes the other effective.
If he leaves it is unbearably cold making you go under,
"blankets, coats, scarves;"
All's vain until he returns.
"when he returns,
I am all the warmer"
You had let me have a feel of the cold and that of the warmth through this well composed poem.
The proximity with the loved one makes all the difference.
I find once again that this poem reflects reality. The companions are complementary in their choices and behaviour patterns as the situations in life demand. Yet, the focus is on love. Come what may, love is always the priority.
"No matter the ‘I love you’s’ that have been lies, I am not far behind
Look inside, I DO love you."
This is what happens after the couple travels a certain length of marital journey. After the initial spell of euphoria, time to look deeper, find the reasons for disharmony if there is any and set the record straight arrives.
You read the small print of marriage perfectly well.
Thanks for sharing. The couplets flow well with images of life in place.
Sitting on the fence is a great metaphor for living without contradictions. You will have no enemies. All peace and harmony. However, it’s difficult to convince all, all the time about not taking sides.
You say details are bothersome. Yet, details give us the end-all and the be-all of a situation. That gives us a glimpse of what lies in the edge.
You are right about being pushed. Few resist the pressure. It’s not easy to stay on the fence. It takes a person of strong will to stand unfazed under duress. But it’s still possible.
It’s a thought-provoking view.
At the end of the day, you are still on the fence. I am glad you are.
Hi Mina,
this sounds like a spring poem. It is filled with pretty flowers and beautiful butterflies.
My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary.
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This rhyming verse appeals to me because of the visual imagery you have used and descriptive details of the season.
“Marigold, Dahlia, Roses bloom,
There’s neither sorrow nor gloom.”
With flora and fauna active around, there’s no room for sorrow.
You have painted a colourful poem and it sounds like a tribute to nature, the soothing mother.
It’s my pleasure reading and reviewing this poem on seasonal change.
This review is for your WDC Account Anniversary.
Congratulations on entering a new year of writing at the WDC.
Have a lovely day!
You have brought out the winter charm giving way to spring and summer. As I visualise through your imagery, I find that every season has its own charm, use and freshness.
If winter speaks of rest, spring stands for rebirth.
Nature renews itself with fresh blades of grass, leaves and blossoms.
My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary.
Congratulations ushering in another year at the WDC.
Have a great day!
The little girl’s cry for her dad reaches out to the reader. The necessity for parents to attend to their children is shown through the child’s plea to her absent father. It certainly is a heart-melting appeal that comes through clear and loud through vivid images and befitting word choices.
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