Content: Your poem showcases a multitude of things a child can use to have a great time, especially as they can be used as something special: trees as castles or forts, sticks as swords or wands, and so many more. We read on, and discover you've mastered all these things by way of something that's unique to you: your imagination. Fantastic!
Format: You bent the free verse format to your will, using as many lines and stanzas as were needed to tell the tale that had to be told.
Favorite line(s): "I learned to run without making a sound". It would be cool to actually be able to do that!
Suggestion(s): I spotted three tiny things that you may - or may not - want to take a look at: iridescent frogs, the unwary leprechaun, and the sparkling stones. Don't fret over it, though. IMHO, they don't impact the overall effect of the poem at all.
Content: It seems less than good things can happen to characters named George (George of the Jungle, George Bailey (for awhile, anyway), Bugs Bunny while in the clutches of the Abominable Snowman, etc.). The George of your limerick certainly fits that mold. It takes real effort to break an anvil; it's no wonder the blacksmith had a stroke and croaked!
Format: You followed the limerick rules perfectly - good job!
Favorite line(s): It's a tough call, but I'll go with the last line thanks to the alliteration and rhyme.
Suggestion(s): I have none. This fits all the requirements of a limerick.
Content: Like the title, your poem addresses new beginnings. It covers how they give you a clean slate, new things to try, and an opportunity for old baggage to be left behind. Overall, the poem has a very positive vibe and feel. Wonderful!
Format: You seem to have employed free verse, so there are no meter or rhyme considerations to take into account. The way you formed the stanzas is just fine.
Favorite line(s): The last two lines: "I have started a new beginning / to do with what I will." It sums up the poem's message quite well.
Suggestion(s): I have none. You've written a fine poem.
Well, this little story certainly fit the criteria for a creepy story: spirits, a ouija board and a demon. Those clueless kids were messing around with something they shouldn't have been. They believed it was all just some sort of game and, with the invulnerability of youth, made a very ill-considered dare and paid a price they didn't see coming.
I thought your story carried a suitably ominous tone, as well as a warning not to seek out 'adventures' that are much best left alone. Thanks for sharing this with us, and write on!
Hey there, Princess Megan Rose! I came across this poem and thought I'd take a look at it.
I never watched Peyton Place, and only remember Jonathan Frid from "Dark Shadows", but actors and the characters they portrayed pop up for all the rest. It really was a simpler time, a slower pace, and programming in general was decent enough to allow for family viewing without worrying too much about what little Johnny or Janie might see or hear.
I like the abab rhyme scheme you used for this; it's one of my favorites. Yes, the TV of the 50s and 60s was much different than what's on today, and your poem does a very nice job of bringing that out. Thanks for sharing it with us!
Greetings, Spiritual Dawning! I found this poem in your port and thought I'd give it a read.
A soft rain with snails making their way around a garden is a very peaceful picture. I don't know why smaller birds would take cover from gulls overhead; maybe it's an instinct thing, like how ducks will freeze in place if they spot a hawk. It does paint a nice image of birds all about, though, so that's neat. Wind coming from the east is, I think, a chill thing for most of us, especially at this time of year, so that helps keep your readers in the scene. Waiting until the rain stops would certainly be my first choice; I'm not a big fan of getting soaked on what should be a fairly relaxing and routine activity.
Thanks for sharing this glimpse of a rainy UK-kind of day, and write on!
Hello, Spiritual Dawning! I came across this item in your portfolio and decided to take a look.
It really is sad news about Pope Francis. I'm not Roman Catholic, but it seems to me that despite all the problems surrounding the Church these days, as regards war and peace anyway, his was a voice of reason and restraint and he was worthy of being admired for that.
Mind readers? Second sighted people? Those topics will surely attract some readers, giving you an interesting start to your new blog. Best of luck!
Content: Even though this poem appears to be about a puppy's or dog's chew toy, it reminds me a little bit of Toy Story, especially the toys that had suffered under Sid's "care". The toy is clearly the worse for wear and is missing several of the parts that initially adorned its exterior; oddly enough, the same could be said for many children's toys (even those that weren't necessarily the prize in a game of tug of war).
Format: The task for this week's prompt was to select an object in your room and then write a poem about it. No meter or rhyme was required, but the lines laid out the life-cycle of a chew toy quite clearly.
Favorite line(s): "No! Don't throw it away!" Even though your dog can't talk, you know what it's saying: "You can throw it away, when I tell you it's okay, okay?"
Suggestion(s): I don't have any particular suggestions. Your poem tells a story and has a bit of humor - well done!
Content: Your poem gave me a picture of hope, of looking for peace to triumph over the bad in the world that seems so prevalent these days. The Blue Madonna hearkens back to the Virgin Mary and the hope of the world that she carried. Despots then wreaked destruction, as do those of the present day, and all a mother can do is hold her children close and pray for peace.
Format: You used the free verse style for your poem, and it did a fine job conveying what I saw as the poem's message of a hope for peace.
Favorite line(s): "I wait for a celebration of the heart." I like how it implants the thought that such a thing is possible.
Suggestion(s): I have none. I think this poem is lovely as it is.
Hello there, AmyJo-Spring's finally here!! I came across this Word Search when I visited your port after you visited mine.
It's always nice to see a portion of Scripture put into play outside the 'usual' framework of church. If these words were put into practice more consistently across the board, I'm pretty sure everyone's stress levels would drop quite a bit.
Hey there, Olivia! I found one of your newest projects via The Hub's Browse By Type and, of course, immediately set sail for these foreign shores.
It's neat to see the German spellings of these familiar places, and it's good to see you opted for the vowel + e spellings for Groenland and Uebersee rather than the ALT + combos to generate the umlauted letters. I'm pretty sure they would have appeared 'as typed' in the listing, but I'm also pretty sure it would have resulted in a couple of missing letters within the grid. It's also cool, that you kept Amerika, Groenland and Kanada separate; let's hope that situation doesn't escalate past its current level of silliness. [rant over]
Um Himmels Willen, Olivia! I would have to be very careful over there in Germany. If I were visiting during the wet part of the year, I could find my Lederhose ruined if I left my Regenmantel at home. Even worse, the Polizei could make plans for Arresting me after I visited my secret cache to Grab some Drogen for later resale; hopefully, the product is sufficiently unadulterated that I am not also branded a Killer.
Thanks for this eye-opening selection of place-names!
Hey there, Kåre เลียม Enga! I came across this Word Search via The Hub's Browse By Type.
The title caught my eye right away, and the research you included in the Brief Description made this a cool puzzle even before attempting its solution! It's interesting to note how many of the names are associated with water in one way or another.
Thanks for researching this and setting it up for us!
Hey there, Maryann! I thought I'd drop by with an Account Anniversary Review for you.
I'm not even an amateur astronomer, but the stars have always caught my interest, so the title of this poem exerted enough gravitational force to draw me right in. I really like how your words capture the time-lapse movement of the stars, and it's a bit sad that so many of us live in such light-polluted areas, that we're unable to truly enjoy the view.
Suggestion(s): I have no specific suggestions, as your poem calls to mind the wonders of the night sky. That being said, the Brief Description calls this a sonnet type poem, and so it is: quatrains and an ending couplet. If you choose to do so, you could add another quatrain and complete the form. It's entirely up to you, though, as it's lovely as-is. Just a thought.
It's amazing how many times a mere 212 words made me laugh! As a father and grandfather, the first sentence - not even the whole line - immediately made me suspect that mayhem had occurred, not just some minor problem. Fantastic opening! As a fan of the Jurassic Park series, I got the implication of the baby dragon having imprinted on Miles: the negotiations regarding retaining Toby are over, now it's just details regarding upkeep and maintenance. The last line? Just hilarious!
Suggestion(s): A very minor point, but it looks like your right hand's little finger didn't hit the Enter key quite hard enough at the end of Toby's appearance.
Thank you so much for sharing this with us, and write on!
Nice set-up, Words Whirling 'Round! I was all set to read about the unfortunate outcome of the brawl between the luckless jokester and the Size 6 hat-wearer - and there was the best punchline yet! I don't know lots of anti-whomever jokes but, as a former Michigander, I am, for example, predisposed to enjoy anything that casts The Ohio State University in a less than stellar light.
This would make a nice framework for a tale about some dystopian future, if the possibility of it actually happening weren't staring us in the face. Also, I'm not convinced that the technology required for those domed cities currently exists - I'm talking about domes for entire cities, not those bio-dome research habitats - nor do the people in charge these days seem to exhibit the level of cooperation needed to implement such plans in the first place.
Greetings, Brian K Compton! I'm dropping by with a review as part of "I Write in 2025" . My impressions and comments are my own, and no offense is intended.
As I understand it, your poem tells of a loss so deeply felt it cannot be easily described and cannot be eased even by the passage of time. It impacts the survivor's life so much, that they are rendered incapable of loving anyone else. It seems to me that their own death is the only thing that will ease the pain. Bereft of love, or even the hope of it, they must simply linger until their own end arrives.
I would imagine this was quite difficult to write, and I thank you for daring to share it with us.
Hey there, Shannon! I was looking for something of yours to review and came across this article.
I like how the title reflected the article's subject matter, and I found your article very informative. You clearly did a lot of research to put it together, and then worked it into a readable fashion for us. The article prompted me to do a little research of my own, especially as it reminded me of this article:
Regarding former Secretary Thompson, from what I've been able to determine, the company as originally formed no longer exists, the procedure is a subject of debate, and Mr. Thompson does not appear to have opted to have himself chipped. Thanks for keeping this available for us. It may be 18 years old, but the questions it raised continue to be discussed.
Hello, Zelphyr! I went looking in your port for something to review and found this very interesting story.
You present us with a story of a woman whose paintings come to life even as she paints them. Even more strange is the fact that she can't see them. She only sees the room in which she's being kept while the scientists study her. Tragically, the study ends when she is finally able to see the live recreation of her painting.
I like the rapport you establish between Maya and Dr. Reil. Their relationship grows from "Go away!" to conversations about her family, things she'd done and things she'd like to do. When she asked him to try and get her released and he said he couldn't, the reaction you gave her seemed genuine. You made it sound like actual progress in a real relationship. Well done!
Suggestion(s): You may want to increase the font size to 3.5 or 4. It would make it a little easier for anyone with vision issues (or just a small phone screen) to read this supernatural story.
Hello there, Cottontail Entertainment! I found your Word Search via The Hub's Browse By Type and decided to give it a try.
You've crafted a puzzle for us with this collection of terms associated with Christianity. Your description says this will be part of an analog horror based in Christianity. Not coincidentally, I'm sure, it's also a timely addition to the Word Searches in the site's archives, as Easter is about ten days away.
I don't see any outright misspellings - without additional context, and from my perspective, 'god' isn't necessarily meant to be the supreme deity of the Bible. This could have been a bit larger, but I suppose it depends on its place within your project.
Thanks for sharing this with us, and best of luck with your project!
Hey there, AmyJo-Spring's finally here!! I found one of your latest creations via The Hub's Browse By Type feature and decided to see what was inside the word basket.
How did Yogi, Boo-Boo and Ranger Smith not make the actual list (Yogi's animated cameo notwithstanding)? Seriously, though, this is a fine collection of picnic-related terms, several of which come in compound noun form. As always, I appreciate those, because they result in a large grid, which makes finding some of the shorter words just that much more challenging.
I have no specific suggestions. Others may have included different items, based on their picnic history, but these are just fine. Thanks for sharing it with us!
Hi, elizjohn! I was looking through your port for something to review and found this sad story.
Two phone calls - two lives changed. The first mother hears from her eldest son that his brother is dead. It's not clear why - for reasons made clear in the later part of the story - but it's obvious every effort was made to save him. It's also evident that his death was a long time coming so, like the loss of anyone dear, while family and friends certainly hoped that day wouldn't come, it was still unwelcome despite not being unexpected.
The second mother hears from her husband that a man has died, and she cries while holding a picture of their daughter, but it's not until half-way through the second call that the relationship between all the parties begins to take shape. The ending falls into place as both families receive their own form of closure.
I think you did a great job masking the relationship without sacrificing any of the tension that built up as the tale progressed. The feelings of each character are clear, as are (eventually) the reasons for them. The names you chose were perfectly fine. Me being me, it struck me as an interesting coincidence that the remaining members of the first family were Janet and Joe Jackson.
Hey there, 🐺Wolfkingdom🏰! I found your latest Word Search via The Hub's Browse By Type and decided to give it a try.
I don't know anything specific about Planet Mobius. In fact, I only realized it existed when I came across Sonic the Hedgehog in the listing; up until then, I had no idea where his hometown was. This lack of knowledge made your puzzle a greater challenge for me, as I wouldn't necessarily pick up a secondary name while searching the grid for a primary. Wonderful!
Using compound nouns - in this case, a character's full name - also helped create a nice, large grid with plenty of false trails - my favorite kind! Thanks for sharing this with us, and keep those cards and puzzle coming!
Hey there, tj wanderlust-words-in-motion! I came across your Community Newsfeed post and thought I'd check this out.
The title of this poem is perfect for the memory of a childhood friend and how you two spent time together. I didn't have friends like this, for whatever reason, so I think it's wonderful you were able to share such an enduring friendship. It's hard when a move separates friends, no matter which one is the one leaving. I like the way you described how that felt, as well as the long-awaited reunion. It's a beautiful scene.
I like the words you chose for your poem, and the alternating rhyme scheme; they work well together to tell your story. Thank you for sharing this with us, and write on!
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I really like how your words capture the time-lapse movement of the stars, and it's a bit sad that so many of us live in such light-polluted areas, that we're unable to truly enjoy the view.
The last line? Just hilarious!
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Seriously, though, this is a fine collection of picnic-related terms, several of which come in compound noun form. As always, I appreciate those, because they result in a large grid, which makes finding some of the shorter words just that much more challenging.