A nice poem in praise of bees and the way they are helpful both to nature and bee keepers. For a poem this contained quite a lot of facts about those insects and the variety of them. A nice rhythm in the reading and some excellent rhyming work.
Very nice.
The character in this story clearly has his own worries, in spite of the fact he doesn't want to admit it. A good illustration was when he pointed out his wife's forgetfulness too. I also liked the way you never told us the test results, leaving us to decide for ourselves what they said.
Haha! What a lot of nines in this poem! I had to smile at the thought of a basket holding nine kittens. What I liked best was the multiplication. How quickly when you begin nine times nine it grows out of control. I especially liked the $9 dollar fines.
Your daughter certainly sounds like a wonderful person, caring and compassionate. Much as there is a celebratory tone to this, there is also a feeling of melancholy which makes me think of distance of some kind, or even a long-term grief. Lovely choice of words and excellent rhyming.
This really pinpoints the downside to lockdown on so many different levels. Healthcare and necessary treatments stopped all around the globe. The problem is that so far no one knows what the long-term implications are for even those who suffer mild coronavirus, and the pandemic is far from being over.
The health-worker's exasperation was clear; but I could not help feeling as much for the grandfather as for the child. He must have been totally helpless.
This is such a lovely piece of writing. Excellent descriptions, especially of that oak tree, and a lot of people might scoff but I really do believe that some people are made for some places. A touch of foresight from the grandmother, and what a welcome.
This is a very emotional acrostic, but one that shows determination too. Nice breaking of the words to fit in with the verses. Of all, my favorite was the second verse, and the last two lines of this particularly. A well-composed piece of poetry that conveyed a lot of feeling.
Ha! I have four cats and I have to admit that this really brought a smile. And it's an interesting question too. Why do we have 'Dog Days' and not 'Cat Days'. Excellent observations of the interactions between pets and the people that most definitely become their staff.
A very thought-provoking piece of poetry. It's a nice way to look at those less pleasant people we all come across in life, some of us more than others - a scratch on the lens. I particularly like the third verse; that ghost-on-grave walking is a sensation I am very familiar with.
I love this poem and the way you have written it. There are so many ways that life can change suddenly, with no forewarning at all. Those first two lines are fantastic, although I'd say a life can be changed in a split second.
This can be read in such a way that the change could be good or bad.
Well done.
This is a very interesting poem. The popularity of Free Verse might be it's own downfall, if I am reading you right. Certain expectations have been put upon it, and in some strange way those expectations have almost become rules in themselves.
I mostly write in Free Verse, as that is what I most enjoy.
Haha! A very nice rounded piece of flash fiction. I loved the description of trying to unwrap the chocolate bar - yep, it never falls off like it does in the ads. My first thought was it was a dog on the scent, but with the word, Mom, you dispelled that image.
Very well told.
I found this both entertaining and educational. I've always struggled with the concept of 'show,don't tell' but here you provided a good comparison between that and a more minimalist approach to writing. The center of the middle verse, where you talk about communication breakdown has to be my favorite part.
I actually quite enjoyed this story. There was a definitely Gothic and ghostly feel to this - I especially liked the ghost whispering 'You will die...' And so with a bit of help Sherlock got to recapture the ghost and prevent him from further haunting.
Haha! I was really in need of a smile and this poem sure brought one. Excellent rhythm and rhyme to every single verse - I don't think I stumbled once. And I've got to agree with your conclusion; winning every single time would not be like winning at all.
This was a very well planned story; nicely written too. I loved the puppet show most, I think, especially that moment at the end when that kitten was fed. Good analysis of the problem Covid 19 brought, but you have a point about lives being worth more than business.
First off, let me say 'Jason Ripfang' was a great name for a werewolf character. The thing that struck me about this story was the brutality of the army with the branding, especially as this was not something that only happened once.
A nice ending when the wait is over.
Strangely enough this was the second poem about being reborn from the ashes like a phoenix that I came across today in the 'read and review' section. An interesting piece - it can certainly be a way of laying the demons of the past to rest if you can feel like you are starting all over again.
The question marks seem to portray a little bit of doubt or uncertainty, but maybe that is me misinterpreting things.
This was a nice first chapter. Good character-building, especially with Arlo and Taden; some backstory elements naturally fitted in. The dialogue was convincingly done, but what really impressed me was the details of the dream, very vivid.
One tiny little typo you might want to fix; on the second line you have 'cripped' instead of 'crippled'.
All together a very enjoyable read.
Oh, this is beautiful poetry and what better way to compare an escape from some form of abusive relationship with the phoenix rising from the ashes. Some really harrowing descriptions at the start, and the constant looking over shoulders was a great illustration to show the fear brought on by making that escape. You finish on a much more positive note, finding a new life.
This is such a heart-breaking and emotional piece of writing. You really summed up how children, considered to young to be told the truth, can be caused so much pain by the deception, the false picture that is painted. And the feelings of guilt that they are somehow to blame.
Having said that you finish by saying that you would not wish for a different dad. What more is there to say than that!
Well, this story certainly went in an unexpected direction. I like the way you described the country-side through the eyes of an urban dweller, and some nice descriptions of the clothing.
One tiny little typo that I noticed; you have 'bitter' instead of 'biter'.
Anyway, an enjoyable short read.
Well, this was a nicely paced story. Good character building and descriptions. After reading I wasn't totally sure what the theme was but when I clicked on your notes - thanks for providing them - it was obvious. Great work in avoiding those taboo words.
Such a tragedy that this sort of thing happens. You really capture the terror and the pain the child went through. And the betrayal of the parents must have been almost as painful. To not be believed, not have anyone to turn to for help, and there's always an underlying feeling of shame too, I think.
Brutal in its honesty, this was a hard-hitting and very emotional read.
This is nice writing, in some places very poetic in wording and description. There are always so many differences when one goes to another country; some of them are small details, but other changes are massive. Writing a verse or two is always a nice way to use spare time.
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