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.
Congratulations as you usher in another year at the WDC.
Have a wonderful day!
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.
Have a lovely day!
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.
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Congratulations on ushering in another wonderful year at the WDC.
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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.
Congratulations on ushering in another creative year at the WDC.
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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.
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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.
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.
Have a wonderful WDC Account Anniversary!
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!
Have a wonderful WDC Account Anniversary, Chuckster!
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.
I wish you a wonderful WDC Account Anniversary!
Have a lovely day!
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.
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