Hello Cole Butler, I love the image of a rose in transition as a metaphor of unavoidable engagement in battle. After a time the rose is released from internal protectiveness to express essence in the blooming that expresses freedom to be and express a beauty for all to see.
thanks and god bless
Dawsongirl, the sentiments of your poem hit the mark. I like especially the whole idea of living leaving an imprint. I envision this as being individual like a finger print. The hand holding speaks to me about a tender union that last as long as hands can find each other. The only correction I could see was: as it tenderly "holds" mine.
thanks and God bless
Hello Tommy, a rather rivetting expose on who persons you describe are really like underneath a silent scream mentality.
" I though am quite assured by the insufferable stench of Man's collective conscience that we are the most confused of all. That we are the infant child with a tankard of ale and an assault rifle"
I left reading your piece disturbed. We can hide behind rationalization, but in relationship the armor is let down and we are exposed for the murderer that we are and are becoming.
Thanks
Hello Kenwood, thanks for an intimate look into how God is woven into the relationship between a man and woman. It is in this union that God is more real. I enjoyed the beginning of the poem footfall caress the carpet. We are allowed as readers to enter a place of of love where a smile ignites a light within.
Dawn's honey rays lift us to rise, expand,
Embrace her beauty golden, glorious day
God bless, moments worth waking up to.
hello we witch, I am charmed by your alliteration, a whirling spa, splendid smiles and tantalizing, tickling thoughts. I am caught up in this sensuous soup. I am faced with two persons caught in hormonal heaven. The womans lips pursed, a slave to passion.
thanks and God bless
I like most of all where you end up Keaton. The heart is framed as precious
It simply had enough
It leapt from my chest
It tore through my flesh
Without an ounce of regret
All that the pain we shared
Was forever impaired
Certainly it knew that we both
Would face certain doom
In being grounded the heart is given a new platform the reality that existence is more than a heart beat away. Another words it is not all up to me.
Hello Chinabara, a very interesting story. The main character seems to be Megan who is in the throes of giving birth. In the beginning I am aware of the voice of a narrator. Megan is connected with a man, which I find out later to be Edson. The role of the red blanket is like an SOS signal. All gather to celebrate birth.
Suggestions: I need to know who the narrator is and would like to know what brought Danielle and Megan to this place.
thanks for sharing, God bless
Hello Professor, if I had not seen the category nonsense, I could not be sure if you were taking yourself too seriously. It is as if imagination is all or nothing that anyone can ever want and at the end of a day one can not be sure what imagination is in apposition to reality. It is much like the dream or nightmare that seems more real than the waking state.
suggestions: This line need as question mark: So I tell you my dear child, will you take on Imagination or will you take on reality for which you preside in.
Soon after you will talk about the enemy with a touch of sarcasm decorating the embrace of all concerned. The wisdom for the matter being finished says it all.
It comes across as a bit too confusing. I can imagine that there might be a better way to share about imagination. I have no idea how.
Thanks,
Hello J. Edwin, your colored script and words say it all. When there is an inquistion no one's opinion is sacred. Everyone is liable to have their head lopped off for not saying the "right things". Your poem is a metaphor for life. We are forever faced with the cost of what we say and do. What is worth dying for? I especially like the two lines that speak of the precision of the derision:
A snip of the sheers, a turn of the screw
A crank of the wheel, limbs snap askew
In a word it is about enduring torture without knowing if yielding makes one a better person or not, the concentration camp before there was one.
That was a fun ride Web witch. The flood is the result of a dysfunctional support system. In the end the plumber finally gets there just in time to give a bill that will not be soon forgotten. I leave wondering about the cat and what it means to be let the feel confident in approaching the problem.
Hello Pauper Prince, I like the way that you paint the picture of being lost. I am reminded of the prince and pauper story as I read. There is the impression of a wild animal broken, lame and caged. No matter what I do it is never enough. I know what it means to be lost. At the same time getting unlost is in vain. I am left with the impression of things going on and on without getting anywhere. Maybe in the exchange of the roles of the found prince and seeming bottomless pauper there is hope.
thanks
Hello Tim, a very philosophical and whimsical type of horse tale. "if we relax we can simply ride these horse's backs.
In the first stanza I find myself asking the question what does knowing mean in the context of an apple cart/ new start. I think you mean to say that you would rather measure up by accepting the status quo, rather than stir up change a different way.
In the second stanza I love the first two lines. There is growth amidst the pain. The next two lines do no connect to these two lines. There is another thought about relaxing after you talked about the importance of growth amidst the pain. You move from there to getting on horses backs, which does connect with the relaxing. It seems to me you have two thoughts in one paragraph that are in opposition.
I like the third stanza the most of the four. Truth can be vexing and uncouth, the alternative being finding one's own way to truth.
The last stanza starts real well. I want to know the dream that does not favor the other team. I am wanting what is best for me. The idea of finding a path that is tough and stable seems a bit out of place. It might read tough and able as better connected than tough and stable. This stays with you theme. The last line need to sum it all up. Maybe showing that we are lean and stable.
Thanks. Just my thoughts
Hello Andi, I read about the journey of a heart in search of healing and am reminded of the many times I have known disappointment. Your poem is a reminder that appearances can be deceiving. Once we know the mirage as unreal we fear more deception to come. The only thing I know to pray in these situations is to let go and Let God. You share the very real quest for love as a mystery ever waiting to be solved.
Hello Dreamweaver, no light was blinded by a broken heart. This is what I take from your poem. There is a presence that is too easily denied and therefore we learn that even the infant who is not born ignites a flame in a heart that can never be extinguished. You provide a holy moment in what could have been an unrelenting loss.
thanks
Hello Creative Expression, I love that you are able to take a cat and turn your poem into a kind of cat and mouse game. We have a couple cats of our own that keep us on our toes. When they are not chasing themselves they dream of other conquests. Maybe next time. Thanks for the entertainment, better than catnip.
God bless
Hello J.A., I am a security guard that works nights and I am glad for this story about what happens when people get locked into routines and miss out on. Paul can not speak and yet you have spoken loud and clear for him. Paul wants a mama and there is no one that wants to take on a child that is not expressive or performing in such a way that others take notice. All manner of people are missing out. There is the young girl, the security guard, the foster family, policeman and society in general, because there are no funds for his disability. Vocationally I am a pastor looking for my next calling. I am glad that you offer up children like Paul and disturb all of us that miss out on the greatest resource we have. People like Paul reflect and reveal who we all are. Thank God for a place like Hannah's I see a glimmer of hope.
The only thing that might have improved on you work is letting me know how to give to such a place. Thanks for being a blessing. May you be blessed!!!
Rev. Gary Alan Peterson
It was a very entertaining look into the heart, mind and soul of a teenage girl, Cheshire. I have never thought about mood being reflected in what one wears. You offer a glimpse into what it means to look in the mirror and consider what life means in the context of what one wears.
Suggestions: It would help to know more about this fetish for purple and seeing for oneself how this helps one be who one is. I hear that Hannah said this. What does it mean for you. I am left with questions about "Once you know it's there... " What does "THERE" refer to. At the end I am left wondering what mood purple reflects.
Hello Elisa, I liked the gist of your dear kate letter. There is the whole idea of being constantly shamed (getting the dirt on). In the midst of the poem is the constant paradox of caring and not possibly caring and wanting attention and at the same time wanting to be left alone. It is about coming clean in the long run. The only problem that is coming clean it can get dirty.
Hello O.D.D., I liked your aphorism. In this day and age it can seem like social media takes the place of social discourse. It can appear easier to tweet and push buttons. The bottom line is that each of us can do more for each other by learning to be polite and care.
I do not even know how to tweet yet. does that make me ODD>
thanks for sharing
Hello Tim, a real catchy ditty. I especially like the homespun feel of the poem. There is the invitation to find out for oneself the what love and bliss are all about in the night life scene.
suggestion: I get tied up in the first stanza. It begins with a begging to say and the says to do it my way. The thoughts seem paradoxical. How can I be wrong and right at the same time.
God bless, thanks
Hello Somtymes, thanks for sharing your tornadic impressions The color of green speaks to me of something that is growing. It is a good springboard to what follows. I love the images: "boiling over, fingers stretch sideways churning, winds touching tree tops like hair. I experience the tornado in it's flight wondering where it will fall next.
thanks
Hello Story Mistress, I am not sure this is relevant anymore if you mean that a person gets 500 a piece if one gets ten. Other than that it reminds me of the system that is already in place. Thanks for an opportunity to offer thoughts and critiques knowing the value of what is read and written.
Hello scarlett raven, thanks for the journey. There are elements of the unknown and the reality that the vehicle (car) we drive to places of redirection, nirvana, mechanics and dreamers. We see all of these aspects on the highway of our existence. Even more curious is the fact that in the long run the engine gives out and one is left with being wherever one went with no way to get elsewhere.
thanks for the profound thoughts.
Hello weirdone, I read your senyrus and was transported back to my own childhood anxiety. There is the vision of the pastor that makes one never feel good enough-I must be allergic. There is the confession of not desiring to be a loser, going is not his fault. I am left wondering where all this might lead. In my case it lead me to be a pastor. Be careful the same might happen to you.
suggestions: I experience truth and humor. I am not sure it is natural. Parental influence may be the determining factor.
Thanks
just aralls, I enjoyed the earthy affects of ensuing laughing gas. I was transported back to my own college days. Seth, Caleb and gang are tied together naked climbing mount peril. The best moment in the story is at the end. There is a noise on the sacred expedition that bursts through any dire mood. "I'm going to sew your cheeks together if you let another one go".
Thanks for sharing your wisdom. Don't keep it, in let it go.
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