It is an interesting story with a shocking end. It has the desired effect of a twist in the tale.
The least expected had happened with Sarah's death at the hands of an escaped prisoner.
There is a tone of immediacy to the story which makes the reader glued as his or her eyes run with the words.
There are many ifs and buts that we come across. If only she stayed the night with her mom. If only she stayed at home instead of going out and returning at midnight to a dark house.
You dealt with the mundane disturbances that threaten your peace very well indeed in this free style poem.
Home is not always a synonym for peace but just the contrary. Like method in madness one has to fine some way that keeps the body and soul together. If Socrates could live in utter peace with his screaming and scheming wife, we too can try.
I fully understand your irritation at the lack of suitable atmosphere for meditation and relaxation. In my culture( Indian) there is a saying that sometimes the temple is safer to take refuge in, than one's home.
I suppose in extreme situations like the one you have, the best remedy is to switch the mind off it and let it wander to some place peaceful like the hills or woods.
It flows well with visual imagery.
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Darkness in the heart that drove one to the extreme end of life is shown with clarity.
Here's someone standing the edge of sanity almost driven to commit suicide. "shattered dreams" in an endless night and a broken heart could prove mortal.
Expression of feelings appeal to me.
"At the center of my feeble heart
Burn away its last glimmer of hope"
when your dreams start breaking before your own eyes, it becomes absolutely difficult bear with life.
The end note is impressive.
Imagery is visual and the rhythm goes well.
Dark and descriptive of impending death.
It is difficult to imagine the moments before death, the time before the last breath is gone. It is a mystery none can visualize. This poem differs so the attempt to see the approach of death.
"My eyes close against my will
Minutes til death I lie still"
(till)
Rhyme is the nice thing about this poem besides imagination and figures of speech.
Indeed, fighting death is tantamount to breaking one's head against the wall. It would be an effort gone wasted.
The reason why life is not appealing is well shown too.
ha ha!
Chuckie had to take the brunt of ire from the director for somebody else's terrible sense of cleaning fish. What a bloody mess!
He should have stuck to his earlier decision not to bring dead fish to whoever wanted it.
Blood on the carpenter's table shook the wits off the director, who knew Rocco would never understand the point. To get the anger off his mind he took poor Chuckie to task.
Brilliant Rocco must have made a mince of fish with a chain saw. OMG!
Language and style are the primary draw in this deadpan comedy. I am confused as to how to classify Rocco, a mercenary or a foolhardy creature.
I see the significance of the title where the killer (or is it cleaner?) used instruments such as chain saw and table saw to cut the poor dead fish.
Enjoyable!
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I came across this interesting poem on what awaits us after life. It is always enough food for thought, though we cannot come to definite conclusions.
Human brain has solved several intricate problems and supplied answers to centuries old questions. yet, the question of the mysterious future after death remains a challenge.
The classic question always is,
"What faces me after?"
The answers they found are not confirmed, remained uncertain.
All those are born are bound to contemplate the puzzle of "what later?"
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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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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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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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.'
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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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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.
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