You wrote a good limerick. How did you do with the country back when you wrote it?
This appeared randomly when I clicked on the read and review button. I was glad to discover that you didn't write a limerick about current events with the royals.
What an excellent way to describe the changing of seasons. I wish that I could look at autumn and winter with someone else's eyes. They are my least favorite seasons because I hate cold and snow. I have since I was a child.
That probably makes me seek out people who seem to love or like these seasons, or at least they can pretend.
"A touch of frost" sounds so nice, until I remember that frost means the cold that I abhor.
Every generation has had some new technology. But in the past, everyone understood that it is important to learn to do math yourself because something extreme could happen to keep you from using a calculator or computer. The same thing should go for learning to write. And everything else. Alarmists of every persuasion tell us that one day we may not have access to our computers and the internet. Does that mean that we should all hide in a corner?
The best schools and the best parents are teaching our young how to survive in a world without an iPhone
Don't you love it when your blog item ends up being so good that you must share it in a static item as well? I surely do, and I totally agree that this deserved to be shared.
As you describe yourself, I imagine that we might have been friends in school. I myself was in a group that was called by THOSE people the "2 by 2s". Everyone in our group was too something - too fat, too skinny, too gregarious,too timid, too much of a bookworm, etc.
You described your situation well. And you have made me ponder, not what I was as a younger person, but what I became as an adult.
This is wonderful, Jeff. I love haiku poetry and admire the people who have mastered it. You have done that. I wish that I could have figured out how to get a message across in such a precise and fun way.
"An umbrella is like our protection from God and his angels,” said the student.
When I first read that, I thought that the person was anti-Christian. I wonder if it couldn't be rewritten to show that the umbrella was a shield against evil.
On his umbrella was written “money Another person this time a woman had an umbrella with pride Yet, another person had an umbrella with religion.
You are missing some punctuation in this part.
he noticed one of the professor’s
The plural of professor is professors, not professor's.
He came across the poem of the female student’s poem and read it.
How about, "He came across the female student's poem and read it."
I totally understand. I started writing poetry and stories at about age 8, sitting in our backyard cherry tree. Most of the poetry at our house was Edgar Guest and when I tried to copy his style, it came off as sing-songy with forced rhymes. I was thrilled when I learned about soft rhymes!
"to express what
cannot be expressed
as powerfully in prose”.
Bless your heart. You have had a lot to overcome. I pray that you will remain sober.
According to the latest research, there is as much non-alcoholic liver problems as alcoholic. Having had 2 relatives who fought those problems, I urge everyone to strive for better health.
I truly believe that sharing problems by writing about them helps both the writer and the reader. So, thanks for sharing.
Hi, Monty. Thanks for sharing your story. It amazes me how long that we have been here, experiencing the growing pains with the Story Master and Story Mistress. We have shared each other's experiences as well, wishing our I'll members well and mourning the loss of others.
I love, love people who are capable of expressing themselves in so few words. At almost 72, I think that it's too late for me to learn that skill. So I just admire it in others.
I also love, love a good title and yours definitely is a good one.
My favorite sky paintings are in the early morning when most people are still in bed or being grouchy as they get ready for work.
I get it. I only had one, but sometimes he seemed to be an army of disaster all by himself.
When they are little you can hide in the bathroom. When they get older, the only place to hide is in your car. Frankly, even today, if I want to escape the drama of family, I still sneak away to run errands.
That was an interesting assignment and you performed well. My only complaint would be that you left the poem untitled. Every poem deserves a good title.
I like someone who can communicate an idea with few words. I personally have trouble with that.
Apple Jack's, huh? I might have tasted them once. As I was pondering cereals, I realized that I was quite boring in that regard. I enjoyed Cheerios, the original ones. I also loved Grape Nuts because of the malty flavoring. Store brands lack that, so they taste like cardboard. I was just never a fan of any of the bright colored cereals. Maybe I might have enjoyed some chocolate cereal occasionally.
Thanks for writing about my favorite color - red. You allowed me to see it, hear it (words flung) and taste it (cherries and strawberries). You also managed to mention my favorite holiday. - Christmas. The only thing I would change would be to change bowes to bows.
You described autumn quite well. Fall is my second least favorite time of year. Sure, there are some pretty leaves. But they are dead, and as you said, "the world smells of musty mold and dirt". It does!
(My least favorite time of year is winter.)
Thanks, Mike. You told the story of what most of our homes used to look like when we all lived our country and our flag. I can remember having a house full of people stop and stand still - and probably sing loudly- whenever the National Anthem played. Yes, we stood in our homes even though the flag was on TV.
Such a great reminder. "Did we remember to thank you
For all you have done for us?" Probably not.
I enjoyed reading this aloud. It reads well and the message is clear.
In my old age, a few experiences about the study of prayer come to mind.
In one, the pastor explained that the Bible tells us to be thankful IN all things, not because of them.
At a women's conference, we learned about breath prayers.
And when I was blessed with teaching 5 year olds at Vacation Bible School, they had something to teach me as well. One boy, when it was his turn to lead us in prayer, he didn't say a thing. The girl next to him inquired if he was going to start. He replied, "I already did. I'm letting God hear my heart." In another instance, a little girl started saying the ABCs when it was her turn. She said that when you don't know what to pray, the Holy Spirit will help you. She was just giving the Holy Spirit the letters to rearrange.
Thanks for sharing this and for helping me remember...
This certainly brought back memories of our Christmases in FL and TX. But we did have some Christmases when we needed heat on. Just no snow.
As always, I suggest that you read your poem aloud to see if there are any lines that need tweaking. I used to offer suggestions on this, but fixed another's poetry is quite different than making suggestions about spelling and grammar in stories and articles.
I hit the "read and review" button and up popped your piece. Oddly enough, I had already seen it referenced on the public review page. There, the reviewer first offered the advice that every sentence should not begin with "I". I would agree.
Thanks for serving the country and thanks for the introduction.
Welcome to Writing.com. I hope that you find it as welcoming and educational as I have in my 23 years of being here.
I enjoyed your word picture of the writer, Alex. Your descriptions were both sensible and entertaining.
I wondered about him waking unwilling to exert himself very much. But I thoroughly understood him being full of anticipation and apprehension. Oh, the life of a writer.
Indeed, where is the blame? You presented this to us in 2009, but little has changed. It certainly has not gotten better.
Your poem is good, as is your piece about how you chose the topic.
My heart has always aches for the children who are bullied. When baby boomers were young, we were taught to ignore people because "sticks and stones can break your bones, but names will never hurt you." But words can hurt.
Thanks for sharing.
Blessings,
Kenzie
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