Hello Lady Christine, I had a great deal of fun reading your tale. I have three grandkids of my own and I think you capture very well the movements and adventures of a little child who plays in the grass. The eye catcher was the web. It stopped me in my tracks to see what had happened to the little girl before and after it happened, thus the occasion for telling the story. Thanks for writing. I was blessed!
Hello tubelsaviz, I enjoyed the effort with which you get the job done. I can hear the voice urging him on. Once he gets the axe to where it needs to be the obstacle is overcome. I can recall that I experience some of the same frustration with a task. I can relate to the impossibility of the task and feeling old. Keep on chopping with the ax called your word. Trust you will get through and get the results you want. God bless
Hello Iguanamountain, I leave curious about what will happen next. I felt like you provided a good hook in sharing about how a little girl born with birth complication that left her mother dead could stir up all manner of emotions. I also liked your entry in the story. I felt like I was getting to know you. You write in a way I can hear your voice.
Thanks for writing. I sounds like you have a good start.
Hello little d, I enjoyed recalling my own journey to the library and the whole idea of using books to escape into other worlds. I did not see any grammar errors and it flowed real well. I honestly think that your assessment of the books that you read is the best roadmap to where you will go in determining where and what to write. God bless. I wish you well
Hello Christina, you offer quite to contrast. There is a longing to be with the eternal creator of all things, at one with everything that has been and will be. Then I am jolted by the realization that I am not loved and appreciated by the one I live and love for. What is left? Amidst the faded memory of lost dreams the call into the blackness of the unknown.
I find myself embracing the unknown, if only due to the fact the one I love spurns me. Where am I and where will I be? Only time can tell. I find myself empty and still even if I am NOTHING, maybe nothing is something.
Just a thought
God bless!!
Hello prosperous snow, a fitting tribute to a person who lives inside the memory and will not soon fade away. I love the image of rainbows as a signpost toward the only pot of gold that really matters: Love's quest. I connect most of all with the idea of caressing souls and wings marked by the scars of faith. She is a woman I want to know and even meet. Someday over the rainbow.....and into the palace of God.
Hello,I love the idea of putting together a site to look at how positive thinking helps. I would like to see more about how you see self as over against others. Much work needs to take place on grammar. You spelt half vs. Have. The sentence after needs breaking up. Tx
Hello Gaelic queen, I like the way you offer an invitation to the dance. Stuart may be shy yet he entertains possibility. I felt it was contrived, but a need was met. Tx
Well that was a poem that was worth perusing. I am very glad that someone was able to see your potential. I can recall someone doing that for me when I started. God bless!!!
Thanks for the short poem Sikhar. I enjoy the love and passion that attends your expressions of love for the object of your affection.
He brightens my sight
His kisses I yearn
He's the sun to my moon
In the end there is the welcome presence upon waking up of one who absorbs the light and lends rest.
thanks
Hello Hat, I was able to feel the attraction of what you were wanting to say. It is the smile that seems to win the day, "forcing me to melt and flow". I do get tangled in some of your wording in the first paragraph. I can intuit that you are wanting to tell me that you can never get enough of the relationship that you are in. "Perhaps it could make more" seems a bit vague. More of what?
Thanks for sharing. I would like much to see the smile you are talking about!
It was a wonderful read Deb. I like to write and yet have never felt good enough. You offer a gift. It can be a win-win proposition. I like the way you sum up your learning. Persistence is a gift and pays off as long as know how to button you lip. After I read your piece I want to learn more about you. The creative writing institute, maybe persistence pays off after all!!
Thanks for sharing!
Hello Little Running Stiky, You have achieved a goal of establishing a mood. Amidst appearance of an unchanging shore is the imminence of a wave that can move even me. I enjoy the idea of erosion as a reality. I am not as clear about it leading to a need to embrace inevitable destruction. Maybe the boardwalk can be fixed and I can learn to live with erosion. The shore will always be there and I am "sure" that we will be there too.
Hello Joy of House, a very thoughtful exposition about what appears to be a persons fate. It is as if a woman take a look into the mirror. The Scythe speaks to me about the inevitable journey of scouring away what had once been a clear image worth keeping. Time has paled this person and destiny is her only friend. I love most of all how you weave a magical tapestry with words. You very obviously have a gift.
There is a fetal curl stunning the eyes.
This is just one of many sentences that pique my interest.
Thanks for sharing
I loved the thoughts that you shared imperfectionist. There was the idea of looking beyond fear in the person of the tree, piercing the sky reaching out to embrace. The hope is found in knowing there is a reason to continue to grow.
Some of your communication is a bit foggy. I will just share an example: . to a place where you fear is silence, cling tightly and never let go. I honestly believe you know what you are saying in this and other passages. I am confused about whether the focus is the fear of consumption, silence or a combination of both that leads to a passion cling.
Thanks for sharing
thanks for sharing internet addiction, I am glad for your courage. It sounds like you are open to having anyone come on your ship, even if it has the air of being forbidden. I recently had an interview with a Baptist church that is willing to give a voice. I was a bit surprised, since Baptists tend to be outspoken in a negative way. Yes my friend there is hope!!
Hello Lady Scorpio, thanks for sharing how the word of a song can bring back memories of healing and promise better times to come. I am glad for your willingness to let others know the light that is there in the darkness. I have seen God at work showing that there is more to the story than doctors can comprehend. Thanks for your persistence and above all for sharing the gift of your son!
theleakyjar, I was a little confused after I finished the first stanza. I was all aglow with the masterful emotional depiction in such wonderful detail.
Then came the wind
untethering the world from its earthly bounds.
The leaf spun faster than a weather vane
flapping like the crumpled wing of an air-born
I then was faced with the half man and leaf mulch description. I give the first half an A+. I guess I need more information about how the second half related to the first half.
Well there was quite a bit of irony in you story Pamela. I think it describes well the reality that lies in all of us. We can spend a lot of our time bemoaning animal abuse without having to consider how the food we ate got on to our plate.
thanks for sharing
Hello Beastmaster, thanks for sharing your heart. It is much too easy to let time slip away hoping that the problems disappear. I am glad for you appeal to leaders. I do think that you sell yourself short. You wrote this and read this. You are valuable, a child of God.
Thanks for sharing
hello oldwarrior, I am glad you are around to tell the tale, even if you make me feel that I wasted my youth on frivolous matters while boys were willing to die and lead in my place. I have never heard of any of this. I am honored that you were willing to share about it.
I can almost see the Pantomine in action. There is a reflection of what others can not hear, but only see.
Because evil is an illusion
Performed by pantomimes
Who dare no speak of their crimes
I, unlike them
Allow my voice to be heard
Hello Victorianique, I like the flavor of the poem. I am greeted by a character who is worthy of the name. There is an invitation to be oneself all I am meant to be. In the reading of this person's life we can learn what it means to "dance with paper, pen and words". Your song reflects your own writing in your poem. It beckons one to imagine that one can fly with open eyes.
thanks for sharing
good luck on your song-it is one wanting to be heard.
The piece waxes and wanes like something out of Shakespeare. It has a nice flow. I especially like the way you sculpt the poem by reflecting off nature's cues, a rabbit hunched over and a moth in the clutches of a flame. Overall it had a very dark feel to it. I feel lead to know the hooded figure and in the end I am left wondering what encounter is encrypted in the mystery of what happened long ago.
thanks for sharing
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