Hi,
I am Jaya reviewing this appealing rhyming verse.
The title-
It pulled me into reading and then reviewing this poem of reminiscence.
Content-
Memories of mother invading the son’s mind are vividly brought to the reader via the images of winter snow and its vocal silence.
Feeling the “root so strong and solid” under the thick layer of snow suggests the sustaining bond that exists between the son and his mother that “passed so long ago”.
I have similar sentiments about my mom who parted from us recently. Needless to say that it’s a shock that continues.
I realise a mother wields immense influence over her children long after her demise.
A significant line-
“ a star peeks through my wooden roof…in answer”
To me, it looks as though in the wink of the star, he and many others like him are reminded of their happy days of childhood mostly made by mother.
In conclusion-
By penning the portrait of a mother in a deceptively simple and a clearly visible poem, you made me strongly aware of my own dear mom.
Thank you for a touching poem. It flows well right into my heart.
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I think your poem represents the exact way in which twenty twenty was reflected in our lives.
My review of this descriptive poem is for your WDC Account Anniversary.
Congratulations on entering yet another year at the WDC.
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Coming to details, this free style poem says it all about the virus that arrived in our lives and left us after its devastating effect on the whole world.
Life, all over the globe turned topsy turvy and it took its toll of humanity as a whole.
"Twenty, twenty, the virus has spoken
Leaving everyone devastated and broken"
Its quite a vocal poem on the disaster that left us still limping back to normalcy. We do live in fear of its reappearance in our lives.
However, we also live in the hope that we will never see a year of its kind again.
Rhyming and rhythm are the highlights of this verse.
Hope you are doing fine. This contest entry got my attention because I am a big fan of nature, its flora and fauna.
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Your title is quite appropriate and arresting. Sunflowers are truly sun worshipers. Their bright yellow color and their faces to the sun justify the title.
"Each summer’s morn, their lovely heads
Turn to face the sun and follow it"
Imagery is visual and the word choices are just the right suitable ones.
This is a wonderful example of what the Indian Culture says about trees. The trees that we plant, even if it is just one, is equal to ten sons. It never disappoints. It provides cool shade, particularly in summer, gives rest and lets the birds build their nests. In fact, it dedicates its entire life in helping others. Environment turns fragrant around trees.
Annette's dad did a great service to arbors (trees) by treating the twig he got with care and affection. He planted and took care of it and loved it like a son. Its growth is an example of his love for it.
This is an inspiring story for those who want to grow more trees, and for some, to start planting trees and taking care of the same.
Surprising how a millionaire behaved like a pauper and borrowed money from ordinary day to day people.
I think they do get some kind of thrill by rubbing shoulders with the ordinary folks. Loneliness being up there could be a reason.
This flash is a short observation on a rich guy's psychology.
No wonder they anticipate their money soon to be paid back although by what means I don't know.
The way summer and autumn discuss the art and artifacts of human beings makes me think of the sensible points they raise.
The line between the past and present is clearly shown regarding building shelters. Art is completely different. It sustains through ages and remains alive in some form or the other.
Summer has a chance to observe people because they are out in the open in this season.
Autumn makes them huddle inside their houses so he can't have a closer look at them.
The debate is well maneuvered between the two that includes gestures and facial expressions.
Personification is fetchingly used to bring out the features of seasons and man.
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I appreciate the place of importance that an old cooking spoon is given. While the modern thinking would throw it out considering its age and shape, there are few others like your family, who would treasure it for the next of kin.
This goes like a story maintaining a good narrative style. Of course, you owe it all to the grandmother whose love and passion for cooking large meals for the hungry folk.
So, when you look at the spoon, your are looking at your grandma metaphorically. It is a great reminder of duty and devotion, to say the least.
I found this moving poem in your port and my review of it is for your WDC Account Anniversary.
Congratulations on completing another creative year at the WDC!
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Remorse at the death and reminiscing on its past life are vividly expressed.
"Such memories are just a lost goal.
Time has extracted its certain toll."
Everything in life is subject to change. Nothing is forever. These thoughts cross my mind as I visualize the stump of the old tree.
Consistently constructed on rhyming couplets, this poem is a winner due to its visual imagery and the very human longing to have the past back. If only...
Rhyme and rhythm go hand in hand. Line endings and word choices have a great appeal.
I am sure it doesn't feel odd to be old.
Another stage like any other stage in life.
Nothing more nothing less, just equal.
Like at every age old age too has it positive and negative points, thought being young at heart helps a lot to stay cheerful. Isn't winter charming in its own way?
I like the casual and laid back tone of this free style poem.
You are right. The blessing of old age comes with a price i.e, living a clean life.
Enjoyed it a lot as I am entering a cookery contest myself.
My review of this wonderful story is for your WDC Account Anniversary.
Congratulations as you enter another wonderful year at the WDC.
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Unless a person is a foodie he or she couldn't aspire to participate in cookery contests.
Allow me to digress a bit. As far as my experience goes, a great number of people avoid cooking.
The setting is great with a storm blowing outside and sleep deserting you in the night.
Power failure could bring in unwanted silence.
I could see, it finally worked out well for you as you could get a mouthwatering recipe from your favorite hostess.
I loved the style and the way you handled language.
Whispering to the wind, be it a prayer or a heartfelt thought, brings relief to me.
This is a poem that brings light to the aspiring mind, solace to a heart lost in the trough of memories and a way to recognize and make the best of life strewn with His blessings.
"When
the decision to stay within reach
of his hand makes happiness possible,
all things can fall into place."
All things truly fall into place and there is no more pain, only soothing calm remains in my heart the moment I think of good.
My smile comes naturally and anger disappears. I am truly glad that I could find peace within self by just looking at things in a positive manner.
Thank you, Victoria, for this gem of a poem, a visual vista of beauty and tranquility.
Have a wonderful WDC Account Anniversary!
Congratulations for being with the WDC for another year.
these Polka-dot-Boots seem to be interesting and attractive. I wonder where you get them.
My review of this cute little poem is for your WDC Account Anniversary.
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They seem to sit quite cozy on the feet You seem to love them both for an attractive look as well as a perfect fit.
"So cute and charming enough to wear every day."
The tone shows your attachment to the shoes.
It sounds funny that you want to throw away the rest of shoes.
Make sure you buy few more of those Polka-dot-Shoes before throw the rest of the footwear.
I am reviewing this absolutely captivating rhyming verse, which in my opinion tells us a possible way to stay young at heart, for your WDC Account Anniversary.
Congratulations as you usher in a new year at the WDC.
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You caught my attentions with the very first line.
"Life's a vapor"
A telling metaphor revealing its ephemeral quality.
The debate on whether memories help gain the strength to recreate makes the second stanza interesting. Remembering is also a source to create, I believe.
The end stanza certainly sounds hopeful.
"Maybe a mental visit would
Energize and do me much good."
It's a time-tested truth that we cannot bring back the joys of past. Yet, its flavor lingers whenever remembered.
A very well-written first person point of view.
History is full of such unjust events.
People were killed because of speaking truth.
Even today it happens without the larger public taking note of it.
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You have described the feelings of this man who was about to be burnt because he dared speaking truth.
Like Socrates and Jesus who stood for justice, truth and forgiveness, our present hero too is about to be sacrificed and consigned to flames.
"As the flames slowly consume my body, I am at peace. I try not to hurt people, but I will take a stand and fight back when they hurt me."
this is a truly wonderful experience. Light in the sky at a particular time speaks of blessing, that which cannot be shared or seen by others.
Your description is elaborate and seems to have come from your recollection of the light seen by you and your sister.
A similar kind of rare light was seen by my husband and I as we were riding down the road at 6 in the morning a few years ago.
It was actually a comet. It shone like a line of diamonds and a great wonder to actually see.
I like the flow and style of this piece of writing.
How the heart warms up to spring before its clarion call is shown here. We can't wait to see the pretty things of nature that appear in spring. Trees and flowers, the breezes and the showers are the unique features of this most beautiful season as shown in the poem.
My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary!
Congratulations on ushering in another wonderful year at the WDC.
Have a lovely day!
The play on showers and flowers appeals to me.
Imagery is visual as the poet keeps thinking spring. Thinking spring is thinking young and fresh. Youth is just a state of mind. Thinking spring keeps you young.
Great poem!
Enjoyed the rhyme and rhythm of the verse.
I found this nature poem in your well-organized portfolio.
My review of this form poem is for your WDC Account Anniversary.
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This poem contains observations of a rainy day. You brought the smell and sight and touch of rain on people and earth.
It coolness soothes, its falling is delightful.
People running for shelter is a common sight when there is an unexpected spell of rain.
Umbrellas unfurl and the roads are full of puddles.
"leaving spats that sprinkle"
Rain ends leaving people enjoying the glorious aftermath, namely, the rainbow.
To me this sounds like a very personal yet thoroughly professional opinion of what writing is tantamount to.
I fully agree with you that there is always room for improvement in writing.
As far as filming a novel is concerned it is always art many times removed. Only a few can do justice to the original. Most of the time the book is interfered with by celluloid artists.
I have met authors who lament the fact that their books have been misinterpreted on the screen.
As you have pointed out, they rob the reader of his or her own imaginary movie.
this little winter poem caught my attention due to its white imagery representing snowfall.
My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary.
Congratulations!
Have a wonderful day!
You have shown diagrammatically one of the best features of winter, namely, snowfall.
Having lived in Boston on the east coast, I have experienced snowfall and the falling flakes.
It was a singular experience. Looking at the falling flakes like so many petals of heaven, I felt I was in a different kind of land, almost surreal.
Alliteration and imagery are the key features of this short yet impressive verse.
I love this nonfiction story of dad, which you said was a prompt. You have the chance to combine personal impressions of dad while attempting to take the challenge.
Congratulations on completing another year at the WDC much to your satisfaction.
Have a great day.
Various aspects of a dad's character are highlighted along with some ugly facts. It is unfortunate that such people also exist.
I have had a great father, who was a guiding spirit in many difficult phases of my life. I owe him and mom a lot.
Thank you for sharing.
Language and style are quite appealing.
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The point that I am taken by is that thin dividing line between the dead and the living, the visible and the invisible. Title is apt, no doubt.
It is always a question of doubtful nature,i.e. whether the dead are able to see us and be around. The living, those with extraordinary sensitive minds might feel their presence. Not all.
" I was certain I smelled a faint essence of his cologne. The curtains on this quiet windless night without warning whipped wildly when, as suddenly, stood motionless. I came fully awake."
You created a suitable atmosphere of a spirit's presence and that whets reader's appetite to know more.
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