Stanza 1 is drenched in nature's beauty as winter approaches. Birds, "the The last of the hummingbirds, a fleeting sight," come to my mind's eye effortlessly.
The neighbor's ire is described with equal flair, this time about human misfeatures, such as failing to appreciate the positive features of surrounds.
The lesson comes with the last stanza. Our deeds and words come back with the same force with which we use them.
This is reality with a life's lesson.
"'Cause Karma's a beauty, and she'll have the last say."
I appreciate the imagery and the use of prompt words.
Belief and faith in Jesus come through without obstacles of doubt and hesitation.
When no one lends support and succor, we turn to God if we happen to believe in Him.
"There is hope in the one, who holds your life dear.
Why fear the unknown?"
Yes. The whole world of fauna and flora depend on the Creator. He who has given life also takes care of letting them lead a happy life.
It is all a matter of utter surrender when all the other doors are closed.
It is a visual poem with a great flow and telling imagery.
The darkest phase that a soul passes through is when it burns with "angst" due to bitterness of failure and loneliness.
"Still the empty embrace of loneliness
Though there is no one in sight to be blamed for the individual's state of life, the soul burns. Perhaps there is no ending to soul's strife ruled by discontent and dejection.
This free style poem well voices the misery, "the fire inside."
Memories are a powerful fuel to feed the fire till extinguished.
"As the memories will blur, and burn to embers and ash."
Imagining joyous things taking place in life calls for a special talent.
This little girl who has no one of her own has the wealth of imagination through which she finds hope for a better tomorrow.
Her wish and dream to have a brother is blessed by the stars. Writer’s style of fulfilling a little girl’s wish is unique. The story that is creared in which a long lost brother is found, semes like something from real life.
I can easilyvisualize her dancing in the rain which she willed.
It’s true that we, the human beings often find ourselves adrift in the ocean of chaos and bewilderment, when tragedy hits us.
You offered wise counsel as to how to face such a soul-shattering situation.
As you have advised, we need to listen to the “silence of the universe”. We certainly find a way to light from darkness, a way to wisdom from ignorance. It takes patience and a tranquil mind to achieve this.
Another important point you raised is that we need to “understand the rhythm of….soul”.
In other words, know thyself.
These key factors to peace and success are valuable to all.
This dark love story has its own charm. Tragedies make more impact on the reader than the sweet ending romances.
The final line sums up the way things occur without much of our intervention.
"Life often steals away our choices,..."
It is also my view that many of us fail to obtain success in first love. Life is but a compromise and adjustment.
I also note the bright side of a tragic love.
"You made me a better person. That morning, I set aside the life of addiction and pursued a brighter path,..."
I wonder if it would be possible with her by your side, addicted as she was. But then, who knows?
There is no doubt that the author is a seasoned writer and well-versed in language and style of penning a dark love story.
In a way, this short but a very real to life poem tells how to calm the mind and invite sleep in a smooth and successful way.
The first part of the poem shows the frame of mind that insists on keeping awake with the reasons thereof.
"Desperate prayers
Grinding angst"
We all go through this phase if we are mentally negatively active at that hour.
So to calm the mind, the poet finds a pleasant process. Breathe in and breathe out in a phased manner.
Finding peace is the result, which is truly consoling.
"Peace returns
Never having gone"
Wonderful!
Crisp and calming, it flows well.
Imagery is visual and appealing.
The author's first flying experience is told with an honest to earth narrative style. He takes us along with him on his first real flying with the instructor.
I too could look at the whole episode from the writer's point of view. His girth might be wide but his mind is sharp and his interest in flying is so committed that he could maneuver the the flight with ease and effortlessness.
What appeared to be an impossible deed for an outsider like me, is made to look like something that is really possible if you have a mind to do it.
Great! I enjoyed the flight however anticlimactic it might have seemed.
"Looking out at the ground and it’s almost anticlimactic. The ground and buildings; everything is just shrinking away."
Dialog and the mechanics of language are meticulously done.
Through this philosophical poem I understand that there are two definite events for all, i.e. life and death. Death is as certain as life. The two polarities no one can dispute.
"Oh life! How long did I pursue
The end of me the start of you"
The poet loves laughter and peace, yet lives in restlessness.
"My dimming eyes weep on and on"
We can see a mind worried with negative expectations. An ominous feeling about future, which the poet is sure of meeting.
I can visualize the story behind this unending grief, a looming threat to his peace and life.
I am curious to know the details.
The poet's innermost fears are revealed with visual imagery.
Life has many “paths”
We follow the one we are comfortable with.
It could lead to good or bad depending on our character.
On the other hand, the path might be confusing, if there is but one.
In either case, as you say, quite often we do’t know where the path leads us.
So we pray, when in doubt,”lead kindly light.”
With faith in God, we can walk the path with safety and certainty, I believe.
This short and crisp verse is worth contemplating.
I am elated to read your poem YIU'RE MY ROSE from your collection of picture poems. First of all, let me acknowledge my wonder and appreciation for your poetry, which lifts my soul and provides inspiration as to how to look at the world of beauty and love understand its depth.
This poem-
The perceptive observation regarding age and beauty is ever so true. Being beautiful in young age is no great matter, though that too is pleasing. But beauty in old age is whole new level.
"With age your beauty grows" and,
"Our golden years begin,"
I do see such people, whose charm lies in their idea of love, where all the misfeatures of youth disappear and only the light of mellowed sweetness remains, like wine that improves with age.
The person in the poem loves her all the more for what she is today, more beautiful than ever.
I can actually see the couple, such is the visual effect of this poem.
It flows well.
A son's feelings for his departed father are expressed while pondering his "toolbox."
His father's tool box has many memories to carry. He learnt the use of different devices stored in the toolbox.
it was a teacher and pupil relation too. He realizes the importance of fixing things and constructing anew.
His father's appreciation obviously means a lot to the son.
"He was impressed that I had remembered how to use one.'
The sense of gratitude and love for father come through in no uncertain terms.
"I miss him and always will. There is comfort in the thought that he is in a better place and that he is also looking down and chuckling, every time I "borrow" a tool from his old grey toolbox."
Wonderful recap of their life together via the toolbox.
The wind and man are the topics dealt with in this nice sounding poem. Its full effect comes through if recited aloud.
The wind has several shades.
“mournful and lonely”
The poet uses sound imagery to explore the nature of wind.
It is shown as something destructive, angry and unstoppable.
Man is depicted as someone strong with a positive motive.
“Out there a man
Tests his will against nature.”
Two diverse polarities with features of their own.
A self reflective poem on taking care of people and places. Poet's concern to do her Sunday chores as well as attending to her mother come through this brief, but to-the-point poem very well indeed.
"Sundays are for my family
and to clean my home"
Her life is full of positive activity, which she continues to follow despite the restless note at the end. A very normal reaction to the busy schedule she pursues, I imagine.
How many can be this nicely engaged? I can count on my fingers. Very few are up to meeting goals and doing them without feeling the ennui.
The last line has a question to self, which is best left to the poet's discretion.
Free style poem flows well.
Imagery is visual and it shows a variety of things and places from real life.
Lovely verses on true freedom.
Set my soul and spirit free from the daily cares and unwanted futile thoughts.
Let me wander into vistas of beauty, where there is no fear and no concerns.
This is the kind of place, which is sought by the devotee.
"Take my fears
and cast them into the sea."
If the wish is pure and the mind is strong, there is little doubt in achieving what one wants and takes pleasure in.
The sea, where fears are thrown is deep and eternal. Poet's metaphor shows how important it is for her to bury her fears forever.
I like the imagery and the sincere prayer to Lord.
"O God, set me free"
He works through our will and effort to realize the prayer. I can feel the rhythm that sets the thoughts clearly.
Connecting with nature is a spontaneous aspect of life, particularly for those love her. She is everywhere around us if we notice.
I can relate to palm trees and the beach afar. We have a similar scenario . There are those, who walk on the beach everyday and never get tired of the vast ocean changing shades through the day. Its endless blue could be unnerving.
Despite the rush of waves and people around, there is no denying the soothing silence by the sea.
“With only a breeze….all is quite calm.”
It’s a well depicted visual, where you connect with nature effortlessly.
Mysterious happenings with mystic eyes. Mystic eyes spring from magic within. Here is the author ensconced within, observes the way the eyes of the woman works magic on him. They change shade and meaning.
Although eyes are said to be mirrors of the soul, in this strange case, they do not seem to be so.
" Your mystic eyes—like fireflies—float through the room like blessings."
The comparison with fireflies show the eyes that dart from place to place. All the four sentences of this prose concentrated on the way he reacts to the mystic eyes. Finally, they
"drift through the room like curses.
So, what started as blessings turn into "curses. Rise and fall, a natural phenomenon.
Nice story that describes a justified fight to avenge a wrong deed as well as facing the leadership challenge.
Reed was finally able to challenge the dynasty rule in a fight and defeated Wand’s son, who killed his father .
It is a well described fight with every move clearly visible.
Dialog is introduced, where necessary and it takes the story forward. The leadership passes on to the deserving combatant.
This Flash fiction is well written with an appealing background story.
Edit-
“to restrian”
(Restrain)-
“Reed had steeped forward”
(Reed had stepped forward)
Apart from spelling errors, there are lapses with spacing and punctuation.
Spring’s vibes bring joy to a lonely heart. Nature and man alike bloom under the warm sun of spring.
Spring being the time for rebirth, poet’s images of nature are significant.
Feeling the sun, the sky and the sea brings a feeling of “spiritual healing” as well.
How true, indeed.
Standing by the sea, looking across the vast ocean, I see horizon coloured in a sublime way.
The soft wind and an early moon make me aware of this season of refreshing beauty.
Imagery is from real life scenario. I appreciate Splendid description of creation and the Creator too.
Love vanished, memories stayed on. Some get crushed under the weighty past. But not the poet.
“Well, for me, love never ends…”
It’s a shattering experience i.e.losing love.
Yet, time heals and the pain fades by slow measures.
“loss, like a shadow, is finally fading”
Memories fades and regret recedes. No more bitterness. There’s a dawning of recognition, what cannot be endured should of need be given up.
But the trap of memories, here compared to “the sweetest fruit of love’s wine” is ever available in the “dusty cellar”
Wonderful poem evoking memories of time past and present.
I appreciate perceptive imagery and the use of metaphors strewn throughout the poem.
Free style poem flows well.
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