Hello neo, I need a lot more information if I am able to give a clear review on what you are writing. The introduction of the Digimon reminds me of the Pokemon world. There is a vision of a digital monster who needs to survive. I don't know what that means. Then I am asked what starter digimon am I.
Hello Jacky, a curious piece. The main character seems to be Ms. Collins who wants a raise and looks for the right moment to ask. Her boss is dealing heat coming to his face, turning red. At some point Ms. Collins calls for medical help and Charles ends up going home. Who is in control in this story, certainly no Charles. I am not clear as to why Collins knows she will get a substantial raise. A reward?
Hello Dave, the key is to follow the rhythm of your heart. I immediately think of a tempo, a pacing in relationship to life. I like the conclusion you come to in your poem be faithful to who you are. It is in a need to spread our wings that we discover we are no longer ruled by a clock. In another place I find the sunrise my robe and be served coffee cake and apple tart from a celestial snack bar. Thanks for sharing.
Hello Sum I, what a sensuous erotic poem that leaves her wanting for more and more. I was made to wonder about the torn and tattered nightgown, it seemed almost violent and then in the midst of meeting this man she realizes she still has a mom and kids to take care of. So is it all a dream after all? There seems to be endless meetings, no sense of getting married. It makes me wonder what happens in Jim's life that brings him to this place. Tx
Hello sixberry, I feel like I am on the set of an experience that happens over and over without end. One person seems overprotective and the other person more willing to take risks regardless of circumstances. On the one hand it could be a relationship to lovers, on the other hand parent child. I am not sure. The theme is the constant.
Hello Sumojo, kind of puts things in perspective. One person's junk is another persons treasure. I have moved to a place of retirement and it still hurts to recall the sifting process. It is fun to see a parent save up stuff for a kid and then realize that the one needing the memories is the adult. My wife has dementia and that seems real true.
There are a few awkward sentences. What is a footy?
Hello Snow, love the acrostic type of poem. You have done a real fine job of capturing the spirit of epiphany using the letters. I especially like the idea of now not giving up hope after laying the groundwork of enough stress to cause hair to fall out. Each moment has potential for success. The longing for the coming of Christ has arrived. 🙏 Thanks.
Hello Jacky, thanks for the play on words. It made me have to think a bit(drill,lol). The whole thing vs. the hole thing meaning a drill machine. It reminded me a bit of the Abbot, Costello who is in first. Thanks a lot for entertaining me with your article.
Hello Tim, thanks for your note of inspiration for any couple doing their best to raise a family. At some levels there is a definite cost. " But living as lovers a "deal"we must solve. Maybe problem instead.
In the course of the journey there is wrestling. The happy go getter and sweet darling cheers give way to realize in vision a life truly splendid and family well preached(maybe trained even if not reading quite as good. Tx
Hello Tim, I enjoyed reading this poem even as the baseball season unfolds. I like how it is worded. There can be missed opportunities and yet the nature of sport and it can be said of life needs to move on. It might be said dial "up" rather than in their highest level of play. It speaks of hope. God created us for better opportunities.
Thanks Dawn, I celebrate your willingness to be yourself regardless of how others position themselves. I recall my own struggle to understand my brothers disease of schizophrenia. I was forever blaming myself for something I had no control over. It was only when I accepted him for who he was rather than because of who I wanted him to be I found peace. Thanks for your thoughts. My brother recently died. I am realizing as time goes on he is not far away.
Hello Cheshire, your poem offers quite the paradox. On the one hand not alone, refusing the label others give. And yet in a spirit of confession noting that one is fated to be alone for lack of involvement and emotion. The whole idea of being isolated from self expresses grief at all that has gone before. I do sense a ray of hope. The subject knows the place of aloneness and it's cost. Maybe there is a victory to be had in knowing limits and witnessing to potential of others. Tx for sharing.
Hello Sindbad, it was fun to see a love story from a different perspective. I was reminded of hearing of the birds and the bees. This story was about a flower that a bee was willing to die and give life for even if the flower was not worth the attention of others. In the end the flower dies and in death is reunited in love with the bee. I would liked a better way of seeing the bee and flower get together. Maybe there is a flowery vision of the bee in the reflection of a raindrop. Tx for sharing
Thanks for the mystical ride Jacky. Two boys go to a house that is cursed/haunted. One of the boys risks going in the house, while the other boy makes a home their and writes stories until he dies at which point he finds someone else to take his place. Tx
Hello, Jimminycritic, I enjoyed reading your article. One might say it was delivered with a healed heart. I enjoyed the realization of having fun no matter what. After all life is short. At the same time the realization that life can be fragile is embodied by Jonah. I work with special needs and it can be difficult to discern how much to challenge them. Tx for sharing.
Hello Green, I celebrate with you your quest to find worth. I consider it to be a life long quest, especially realizing it without the need for others to give it. I was intrigued by your realization that others steal a worth that is God given even before we are born. Tx for sharing. I am glad for the gift of your soul.
Thanks for sharing about your muse. I am someone who loves to write and yet too often I feel distracted or even put off by where the muse be leading and invest in life in other ways. Another title for your piece might be learning to embrace your muse. Tx for sharing.
Hello Rodney Gray, curious tale, I gravitated between wanting to know about the world in the darkness and not wanting to know. There is something attractive in letting an elf child lead me into mystery as opposed to a zombie or something creepier.
I liked how you stirred things up by letting a fortified door be left open and letting a child lead the way to uncovering a mystery. As the tale ends the elf child is "sucked away by the elder. I see Riki left alone amidst violence. Now what?
I enjoyed the read Life's a beach. It read and scripted like something mythological and uniquely Britain. I was not familiar with the word Wyvern and what it referred to. It was clever of you to leave smoke on the waters which lead me to think of fog in the dawn. May the spirit of the dragon never leave. Thanks for involving me on your quest.
Hello Turtle, I enjoyed your poem and the invitation to deliver into mystery to discover or recover the spark. It begins with the word premonition left upon the wind in uncharted times. I feel lead at that point to enter the vision you have for the tiny flame of unknown. The invitation is provocative. I can not wait to see what I discover.
Hello Winklett, a refreshing review of a show that was an icon of its own period. I like that you offer a portrayal that sees unrealistic elements, for example lack of gender confusion, and clear masculinity that reflected the man's more dominant role. Along the way honest critique is made of characters like Marsha and Jan and a bit of whimsy in seeing the boys get permanents. Tx for sharing.
Curious piece Beholden, to take a poem in the form of Haiku to render an evaluation/criticism of Western thought process. In one sense there is structure of 10 syllables and in the other is free verse. The title not Haiku, is begging us to consider if it can be Haiku and free verse. Tx
Hello Jacky, a realistic portrayal of how build it gets played out in a marriage. There is nothing more frustrating for me than to have a box that is calling for me to assemble it. The truth is somewhere between following directions perfectly or not at all. The fact that they could laugh and be emotionally honest made for a happy ending. I find myself wondering if there is another chapter that says what life is with or without stereo.
Hello starvingperson, you offer something to think about. At one time all the politics, city issues and religions were non existent to all of us as we got ready to enter the world as infants. The footnote is that we enter into this world that has been affected by trauma and how we deal with trauma may determine to what extent we sink or swim. Tx for sharing.
Hello PiraPica, I enjoyed your complaint letter as a template for how other letters of complaint might be written. I like that you list how the pipe did not measure up and offer up a way it does. You are also very clear about what you want. Visuals might make the letter be more effective. Tx
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