The love she found did not last long. Even then, it is difficult to let it go. Could it be a case of right people meeting at wrong place and time?
Despite the temporariness of the emotions, it is still worthy enough for the lover. Refuses comment preferring things to hang on the "ladder".
Perhaps a valuable memory.
"leave it where it was
back there, on the ladder..."
Between heaven and earth, between reality and dream.
Imagery shows the situation quite visually.
It flows well.
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Message of doing our best while chasing rainbow is well conveyed in this short but appealing verse.
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Congratulations for being a creative member of WDC and continuing.
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This poem also exhorts to be positive under all circumstances be it sad or happy.
This philosophy should work very well especially with those who sink in depression when things don't look bright or hopeful.
"Your love may wane.
Chase the rainbow little one."
Doing and hoping for the best is a way to ward off negative thoughts and letting unhappy events gain on us.
A helpful poem for all.
Imagery is visual and it flows well.
Sally stands out because her freedom lies in his death, the abuser for as long as they were married.
The story implies the need to react to abuse by the person they marry.
Before walking into a wedlock it is their or their family's duty to check on the background details of the partner, be it a man or a woman.
Details of abuse would move any sensitive person to feel deeply.
Other than expecting and feeling relieved at the death of the sadistic man, she could have tried to find freedom by means of social justice agency.
Economic freedom of the woman goes a long way in countering such condemnable ways.
Great fun watching kids playing, yelling and getting irritated with one another.
Both kids stand up to their rights not giving an inch to the other.
It is wise to leave them to their way of being engaged as long as they don't come to physical fights.
Narration with appropriate dialog is a winner.
I agree with the fact that, "You can’t pay for entertainment this good."
This entertainment is possible only for a patient and amicable granddad.
So where lies freedom?
Certainly not in cages made of gold or chains of silk.
Like the majority the poor girl thought wealth and fame are the key to happiness only to be disappointed.
As the princess proved, priceless freedom is in the open skies, in the mind that experiences it day and night, the possibility to be on one's own, not dependent on others for material or spiritual needs.
Freedom is that heaven into which every living soul should wake up.
This poem is impressive because it contains the meaning and purpose of true and uncorrupt freedom.
It flows well with perfect rhythm and vivid imagery.
Indeed, I have seen such people, who despite knowing truth spread lies and engage in negative propaganda.
The latest trend is to troll the innocent people mercilessly. This is the worst thing that electronic media could do.
"Choose to continue its dark journey"
Usually, it is jealousy and coveting that cause them indulge in such acts of unkindness. They are just compulsive critics of no good.
They are found in every society and in every walk of life.
Those who know the truth should condemn them and oust them from society.
This poem sums up the spread of malevolent criticism.
The beginning of the poem with a figure of speech is impressive.
"Those black clouds filled with lies and hatred
They float around, and block the truth"
I find the poem quite vocal on rumors, mostly baseless.
It flows well with vivid imagery.
To me it sounds like a tale of transformation spiritually as well.
True the little girl attained fairyhood after her initiation into their magic world. This entrance into the world of beauty is possible because of her pure mind. She was undoubtedly the right choice for a rare honor.
The fairy tale is told in an interesting manner. The tone of the narrator is apt and can easily find audience both young and mature.
Language is clear and well controlled.
Characters are drawn with care and the dialog is just what we agree with.
This poem is also about patience besides courage.
I call them supreme souls who never mind laboring day and night for others and not for self.
I know a few of this kind.
It is their love of service with a motto work is worship.
"Courage is doing the endless drudgery
That no one sees—"
Even their thinking is selfless as the poet says.
"Buying them new shoes
Instead of your video games"
Most impressive lines-
"Giving when you'd rather keep'
This generally happens. It takes an effort to give rather than keep although it is useless for the person. That's the way selfishness works.
We don't want it, yet we keep it. Purely possessive.
The mother you depicted here is no less than a super woman.
Mother's virtues are presented in rhyming couplets in an appealing way.
"Fearless is a Mother's spirit.
She protects her home, and family in it."
This is so true. My heart melts when I think of the sacrifices a mother makes for her family.
She is truly an angel in the house without whose presence everything falls apart.
This reminds me of the need to protect a mother in her old age. It is every son and every daughter's duty. Mother's due must be paid by returning all her love in the same manner.
“This infinite space” termed mind, is one truly amazing part of the human physiology.
Mind makes what we are. It is the mind that causes us to rise or fall . It makes hell out of heaven and a heaven out of hell.
The descriptive phrases created by the poet stand out.
“…this hidden sanctuary”
“This invention once conception”
Mind is the core mechanism that keeps us creating, criticising, thinking or solving.
It sets us apart from the rest of God’s creation. The mysterious homosapiens!
The voices inside are not those of others' but your very own. What is commendable is you are able to detach yourself and listen to them like a third person. This gives you enough space to decide on which side you are.
"One Looks for happiness,one dwells in pain
One seeks love,the other-fame
A debate goes on in my mind"
This is not uncommon. It happens to all.
The brain and heart with their ceaseless activity churn several thoughts, sometimes harmonious and sometimes conflicting.
This debate between should I or should I not is an ancient problem, a dilemma well voiced in Hamlet, "To be or not to be."
Finally, it is the individual's choice to select the answer or solution to the battle going on inside of him or herself.
If you are not on the winning side, there must be a logical reason, which involves your conscience.
It is a good poem showing an analytical mind. It flows well.
This poem shows broken dreams and shattered feelings due to love failure.
The aftermath of a hurt heart is depicted in various scenes. It is difficult to erase past nor is it easy to escape from its looming shadow.
"I scrubbed at my skin a total of 18 times and then again 20 times with a different bar of soap."
The intensity of hatred for what happened is shocking.
Yet, she is afraid of his appearance and keeps herself locked behind doors.
"I slept with the lights on for 7 weeks and never opened the window even in the 98 degree heat."
This prose poem is a warning to those who blindly fall in love without knowing the person well.
True love takes time to grow.
Way to go!
I felt the same when I started learning Spanish.
Besides vocabulary, I find their grammar and sentence structure quite interesting and challenging.
I notice that I begin to spend a lot of time over learning this language.
In this note you have successfully shown the ways to learn a language in an easy way.
Living in the environment exchanging conversation is the key to speak a new language I guess.
The fact that you don't have your own space under your own roof is somewhat bewildering. It could be the supervisor speaking or the owner of the house. I wonder.
You have shown the crowded room, the liberties the visitors take with your food and shelter very clearly indeed.
"Stealing and munching on all my food,
acting stupid, immature and crude."
Perhaps taking suitable measures to stop grate crashing is in order. it is high time you did that.
This mess happens because people overstay their welcome lacking manners and decency or stupid or fool hardy enough not to realize their own ignorance.
Missing the lover is well depicted in this free style poem.
Losing love can mean losing every connection with life and the world.
Senses are of no avail and the world means nothing when she departed.
"that night...that night...
i died a painful death"
That night made his soul dark and life shattered. The extent of misery and pain cross the limits and the soul is tortured beyond measure and now nothing remains.
Understandable pain is convincingly shown by using senses.
It flows well.
This is not a poem written for starry eyed lovers who dwell in seventh heaven and crash down when love alters.
This poem is for lovers who love for keeps and stay in love come what may. It is an ideal world of love and not so removed from reality. Ups and downs are well versified and the fact of sticking together remains.
"Two that don’t quite see the world through the same exact lens,"
As thinking feeling human beings the lovers in the poem realize that life is not is not always spring. Seasons change yet true love stays unchanged despite differences.
Imagery is quite visual and souls are transparently presented.
This sounds more like a poem rather a prose piece, the story of a daughter's love for her father.
I say that because I find the lines flowing like those of a poem with the right balance and rhythm.
Each sentence reflects a treasured thought, a valuable moment of time with an unforgettable father.
It comes with a force, the longing to be with him again only after his passing.
"Her reminiscence gradually blurred as tears slowly welled in her eyes."
Memories stay forever, as someone said, in the software of the mind that cannot be erased. This is exactly how it is for me after my father passed away.
We miss his love and care.
This is a beautiful tribute to a father, which I laud.
There is no holding back the tears just as it is with raindrops.
While raindrops drench the earth, teardrops drench her mind and soul.
Rain brings relief to parched soil and teardrops are way to soothe a hurt soul. I see joy in the falling raindrops and sense sadness in the fall of teardrops. Inevitably, both stop at a point of time, nature's dictate. While rain abates naturally, her or his tears are made to stop since there's no way to erase sadness.
"Sopping wetness
cover under umbrella
hold tight fella"
I think many of us are subjected to sadness of the above kind and tears are a natural outcome.
The poet finds appropriate parallels between tears and rain drops.
A visual poem, where I can see the flood of tears on the one hand, and the fall of unstoppable rain on the other.
kudos to imagery which appeals to eye ear and heart.
That's right. Girls are never inferior to boys, be it a game or life in general.
No one knows their hidden potential till tested.
Originally empowered species of the mankind.
Well told story with appropriate dialog and description.
His superiority complex crushed to ground as he learnt the lesson. ( I mean the one who warned her)
"“Girls don’t play football,” he said ..."
I liked the last line a lot.
"With no hesitation and speed that struck all the boys, she ran the ball all the way across the field for a touchtown. Her first of many."
Why do we feel so close to God, whom we can't see and have a conversation with like we do with others around us?
I think it is the freedom to express our innermost thoughts and feelings that makes us think of God dearer than others.
"He will not get overwhelmed like people sometimes do"
A very sensible and appropriate statement about Him.
Closing eyes and looking inside is my way of thinking of Him and say the prayers that bring back balance and courage to live happily.
Intense belief is what is necessary. Then the path to peace clears and envisioned.
"Only he can set the captive free"
Lovely free style poem with a great rhythm and thought patterns.
It flows well.
This free style poem appeals to my sense of nature spirit. The poet envisages her dancing in the fields before dawn breaks the night.
"Gracefully dancing to the sounds of the night"
Spirit of nature is ever present be it day or night. She dances all the time in sun and shower except that we see her as per the sensitivity to her.
Even in the brown fields after harvest, John Keats was able to see her relaxing and finds a new definition of nature in autumn.
The bond between the poet and nature is clearly seen in his/her firm belief in their next meeting.
"But I will return once again in the night"
The verses are poetic and romantic.
Imagery is vivid and flow is spontaneous.
If I am not mistaken, the mystery part of the story is in the "hesitancy in his movement. He is carrying two rabbits." Are hesitancy of movement and the rabbits linked to a backstory?"
His confident and strong stride is directly opposed to hesitancy in his movement. I wonder how this could happen.
That said, the description of the log cabin with a strong foundation has appeal. The author calls it a house probably because of a combination of things. It serves as a living room as well as a kitchen with all basic things such as a stove with hotplates, a pan and a pot. A single individual lived here. It could be the middle aged man, who just reached the house. His broad nose could be hinting at a native Indian.
The fact that his boots are muddy indicate his recent hunting trip into the forest perhaps?
This prose piece provides enough material for a longer story.
I like the smooth sentence flow and the easy transformations
Hi Amay
The portraits of the child and mother come through clearly in the poem. A child's playfulness and desire to have fun have no end. Children's energy peaks especially with the presence of their mother.
One last time seems to extend on and on to several activities and the mother is considerate and kind not to deny her pleasure.
The child tests her patience tills she says, "I love you, mom." for all times to come.
Lines with conversation on both sides keep us engaged throughout the poem without a single line of boredom.
""Mom, I love you."
One last time."
Rhyming verse flows well.
Imagery is visual and appeals to mind and heart.
Many of the features of the govt, listed here are relevant to quite a few countries in the world.
All we want is an honest government led by an honest group of leaders.
Need for the leaders is to dedicate themselves to the welfare of the people instead of lining their pockets with bribe money, corrupt power politics is clearly shown. This paves way to become dictators at a later time.
People are also responsible for electing the wrong leaders to seats of power. They need to monitor the candidates by watching their words and the drift of their thought, behaviour and rapport with the public.
Protecting the ballot from being meddled and doctored should be the duty of the election commission.
Electorate should practise their franchise instead of avoiding it. This makes a huge difference as it happened in India's recent election.
This piece of prose poetry is a drive to make the public aware of harsh realities in nutshell.
The need of the hour is to sit up and take note of the events happening in the halls of power at the helm of the government.
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