Ha! This is excellent. So many different uses of a bathtub. You did a great job of keeping the point of view solid, as you took us through an entertaining list of those multitudinous functions. I especially liked the tornado and boat as they were far from obvious.
A really enjoyable read!
Very moving, and such a tragedy that things like this are still allowed to happen. I'm picturing a child abused by a family member or a family friend, fearful that even if they spoke up they would not be believed, left to feel that there is only one way out.
Not a pleasant read, but one that is hard-hitting and so very well written.
This is really quite an unusual piece of poetry, written as it is from the pov of a childless bachelor. He does not seem to feel like he has missed much, for the niece seemed to be all the child company he needed. At times sad, but mostly I got the impression of someone comfortably resigned to their fate.
This is a form of poetry I've never heard of before. The visuals of this are very nice, lanterns dropping in a line. The subject really suited the poem form too. The theater, opening, the capture of the show until the curtain falls. Thanks for the introduction.
I really enjoyed this story with its unusual characters. Like you say, it would make a great children's story, especially given some illustrations. I loved the way you let the underdogs come up with the solution, standing up to the onslaught and rusting those cans.
There's one tiny typo in the penultimate paragraph, where you have 'fee' instead of 'flee'.
Overall a really enjoyable read!
This was a very effective way to present this story, with the countdown highlighted in bold text, and the increasing tension as each minute went by. I liked the way that although it was complete in itself, it was also open to the reader to imagine what went next.
Wow! This is a piece of poetry that is full of anger. It's always a thin line between love and hate, and one that so many times seems to be crossed. Along with the anger there is a definite feeling of betrayal, but instead of showing weakness in the face of it this speaks of defiance.
Excellent poetry!
So, I know of all the bands you mentioned in this. Maybe more of the Ramones than the others but that's just dating me. I really enjoyed the way you wrote this, including a lot of info but in a way that was entertaining and fun to read. Did I learn anything? Well, yes, but the enjoyment was the main thing for me.
There are some real gems in this! I loved the 'Bite your quill', for words when they are written can hurt just as much as those spoken, and they go on hurting for longer too. Also the lost verses of a drinking song brought a smile. Also the marriage of words and the children they brought forth was a really cool concept.
I guessed you were describing eyes, but I still checked with the Author's Note. I really like the way you describe how eyes change to reflect all those different emotions, especially with the different blues. I think eyes, unlike words, find it hard to lie. Very nice work.
Like you say in this, hindsight is a wonderful thing and if only we had foresight we'd be able to choose with a bit more certainty of the outcome. Although you seemed to have a lot of doubts, overall this showed the 'positives' of making that decision. An inspirational piece.
I often wondered how the pairless socks felt - you gave me a good idea. And hey, there are a lot of lonesome ones in my house. There's a bit of a fashion for mix and match socks, maybe a chance for these oddities to meet new friends. A nice touch to the twist at the end, but perhaps not for the sock.
Well done in the writing of this. I know it's not easy to stick to an exact word count, especially one so low. You did a great job of describing all the different aspects of green that were in the grasshopper's life, right down to its diet. And the font color was an extra nice touch.
Hi, Harmony, it's nice to meet you. From what you have said, you write for the very best of reasons - in other words, because you want to. I've heard it said that the best writers are those who feel that they simply have to write, that get in the zone, and that need to express themselves through words.
Haha! This really captures the enthusiasm and the determination of a young puppy. The photo at the end was an extra nice touch. What really made this poem special to me were the parts in italics; the sounds made it seem much more real. A lovely poem for any dog lover to read.
A very thought-provoking piece of poetry. It is as much about life as death, really. We can concentrate on the bad bits or try to make the most of the good. Also, the poem suggests looking at life and asking yourself is that really the way you want to live it.
This is gorgeous. You painted such a sad picture of disuse and dejection to begin with; play outgrown and the garden toys left alone. And then you brought it all back to life with a new generation and proved that in spite of all the passing time some things never change.
Haha! A very original take on an old classic. Believe it or not, this is the last day of April and the second Christmas piece of come across in 'read and review'. I loved the idea of the penguins coming to the rescue, and Gothie in the sleigh made quite a picture!
Oh, I liked this, even though I was reading it far out of season. You managed to incorporate so many different senses - hearing the wrapping, smelling the pine, tasting the food and of course, seeing the sun. Not only that but you did so in what seems to be a pretty complicated poetic form. Very impressive.
Ah, this was a lovely read. I think the rhythm and the rhyming were done perfectly. I loved the way you managed to tell an entire story, and give the kittens some personality, especially Zebedee. This would be lovely with a few illustrations - a perfect read for young children.
Ha! So glad to see the worst of the hunter's getting what he deserved, and I'm glad the others learned their lesson. It was not nice reading about the rabbit, but it was essential to the story, showing how abhorrent hunting is. It was nice to see the woods protecting their own.
This was a lovely magical tale. You did an excellent job of capturing the child's excitement at being there and their reluctance to leave. You let the child discover that she might want to be an animal, but there were so many things that she would miss.
I noticed one slight error at the beginning - '... under the sun there.'
The descriptions you used were lovely, especially the blue tornado, and I could well picture this as a children's book with illustrations.
This was a poem that was at the same time celebratory and sad, at least to me. You painted a very thorough picture of that bird out in freezing conditions, until the moment when it spread its wings and took flight. Some really beautiful descriptive lines.
This was nicely planned out and very thought-provoking, although I don't agree one hundred per cent with your conclusions. I think society sets women up to see each other as competition, either over their looks, their work, their partners. And they are scared of gossip, although as you point out, men can gossip just as well as women.
Me, I'm social phobic with both men and women, and I'm reading this from an outsider's pov.
A very touching poem, Sophy, about how the roles get reversed when our parents get old. I liked the descriptions but what really made this poem special for me were the parts in italics, the more-or-less everyday comments made by the parent that in this case seem to be really special.
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