Ah, there is nothing more final, more black and white, than the synopsis of a man's life. This piece hints at the regrets a dying man has and, of course, it is too late to rectify anything. I find your opening sentence to be a run-on one. It can be shortened to have a more dramatic effect. You are correct. You do tend to tell a story as opposed to show it, but I like this style. Happy account anniversary.
And what a vivid, sensory memory is born in this piece. Tasting something delicious must be a remarkable first. We are sensitive and receptive to our sense of taste. To discover the sweetness of both a fruit and chocolate is exquisite. No wonder Reggie protested. Happy account anniversary.
Dreams are believed to be extensions of our desires, so pining for love is a valid passion. Is there safety in unrequited love? Yearning can be a strong emotion, very overwhelming. Or this poem could be interpreted as lust for someone forbidden. It is open for interpretation, that's for sure. Happy account anniversary.
This piece of poetry reads like a stream of consciousness. You react to a melancholy form of weather, fog, and you begin to reminisce. You have fond memories of someone and you experience a very human emotion, regret. Fog is evocative apparently. Often memories emerge at random, eh? Happy account anniversary.
Hi! I too reside in Ontario. I just have to say it. Despite all the candles this dream is not illuminating. What does it mean? Why dream if they are not crystal clear? What is with all the mystical symbolic stuff? Is it symbolic? I can picture this room of burning candles. Eerie. Isn't the brain a marvel. Happy account anniversary.
So, this is the key to aging, is it ? An innocent bar of soap known as Timeless converts the physical age of a user. I enjoyed reading this age swap story. The son and father have switched ages. This proves the everything has an equal but opposite reaction theory. Great for the senior parents, not so great for the son. Thanks for the excellent read. Happy account anniversary.
Grief is a formidable emotion. It may be in cahoots with rage, sorrow, disappointment, love, abandonment, guilt, fear, and so much more. Grief often has an intensity that is impossible to ignore. "But it feels so wrong!" How true. We do not like it. Thanks for sharing your vivid experience. Happy account anniversary.
Driving a vehicle is never without frustrations. There are so many distractions, irksome drivers, road hazards and more. This is a quick, fun read that uses the prompt words creatively. I never would have linked them to a car wash. I too marvel at the light show and wonder why it exists. Happy account anniversary.
I suppose that is one major thing we cannot control. Our birth dates occur when they are meant to be and that is it. No choice. No returns. Take it, or leave it. You mention some pretty wonderful birthday surprises. I bet no one forgets your date of birth. Probably for many of us, turning sixteen meant earning a driver's license. Happy account anniversary.
This reads as a list of wishes and emanates with yearning. How many times do we say that phrase to ourselves? "Just once." It is as if we do not believe we deserve the wish to occur more than that one time. We will be satisfied with even one glorious moment. It will be enough. Happy account anniversary.
The tone in this piece of writing is ominous. You have set the stage for something terrible, catastrophic to happen. The first line sets this tone and like the strange feeling it appears to be foreboding and unexplained. There is a mystery introduced. You have started something here. I am intrigued. Happy account anniversary.
I enjoyed this delightful rhyming poem. I was smiling until I guffawed at the line "when the mop dragged off part of his head." The next two lines had me chuckling. Nefarious dust bunnies indeed. That closing verse is a threat, or a promise. Beware the next dust bunny army.
When I read this poem I sensed intensity. It describes the changing mood of water which is mercurial. One minute it teems with vitality and life, and the next it radiates loss and danger. Kudos. I believe this encounter evoked strong feelings never to be forgotten. Happy account anniversary.
Ah, baking with a granddaughter is described in delightful detail. Most five-year old children find everything fascinating and they love to experience new challenges. How wonderful and sweet that you rhymed cake with milkshake. In this poem you created a few rhymes and then chose to forgo rhymes in other lines. It did not sully the picture of two bakers intent upon their task. Happy account anniversary.
I laugh at your creative and novel methods for finding errant things that dare to be misplaced. "Call in Search and Rescue." This might be considered a drastic move, but I see its potential. Searchers are experts after all. "Bribe little brothers to find it." This could be effective, but also problematic. How motivated would these siblings be? "Give up and wait till you see it." this is most likely the usual consideration. It'll turn up whenever. Thanks for sharing your humour and happy account anniversary.
I imagine that many brains could be described as never-sleeping, always churning machines.There is no off switch. Impressions, sounds, smells, sights all whirl around . The processing is constant. Anything is possible in the brain. You describe how so much is happening, randon or not. Happy account anniversary.
I enjoyed reading your vivid descriptions in this piece of poetry. I can see and feel the earth " baked by the sun." The sun comes across as powerful. "The fire of the sun blistered him." The heat is intense. "Heavy air searing his lungs." I can appreciate the extra effort it takes to toil in such conditions. Happy account anniversary.
I like the idea of reincarnation as a bird free to fly and check in on family and friends. I would like to see everyone happy and thriving. "Play with there friends and family " should be play with their friends and family. I should always be I, not 'i'. I suggest will put us back on Earth for the final sentence. Happy account anniversary.
Wow, this little girl is very empathetic, or is she intuitive? She sees the actions of a pair of butterflies and equates it as being annoying like her big brother. She obviously knows what it is like to be pestered. The pesky, boisterous butterflies could feature in a children's story. I can imagine the illustrations to be colourful. Happy account anniversary.
I understood to read the first verse's lines in reverse. This is a clever poem. Yes, I can see music reaching in and holding us to grab our undivided attention. Most of us probably close our eyes while we listen intently. We can lose all sense of time passing while we are immersed in music. Happy account anniversary.
Oh, I have experienced numerous snow falls in my lifetime. Yes, the flakes do "glimmer and dazzle, sparkle and shine" as they swirl from the sky. It can appear to be beautiful. It can be temporary and it does indeed "morph". Months and months of snow's residence tend to be wearying however. I admire your rhymes and rhythm. This poem flows. Happy account anniversary.
It is somewhat sad, but all too true that one's perceptions and expectations re winter weather change as they mature. What driver appreciates whiteout blizzards? What home owner enjoys shovelling snow? Snow is beautiful, but a demanding beauty as well. No matter, the cold temperature gear is still required. You express winter's dual facets well. Happy account anniversary.
Ah, I enjoyed the tit for tat, turnabout is fair play ending of this story. Or am I thinking of physics? For everything there is an equal but opposite reaction. I have learned something new: winkles. Becky's reaction is somewhat typical of bossy, big sisters. Her actions are believable. Thanks for the image of a retaliatory toss at this tale's ending. Happy account anniversary.
Wow! This is a compelling read. It is fast-paced and just sizzles. It captured my interest from start to finish. That picture sure evoked a story. Jenna is a sympathetic character and her father is a nightmare. This brings to mind that saying when push comes to shove. Happy account anniversary.
Ah, the question of whether to hoard, or purge. I do not believe all saving is hoarding. We all have our sentimental items and why not? Yes, sometimes, the accumulation can take control and become too much. I would say a bracelet does not impede upon too much space. I like this line "wrapped in fragments of memories." Memories can and do envelop so much of what we cherish. Happy account anniversary.
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