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Review of Summer  Open in new Window.
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Rated: E | (4.5)
Dear dragonline (dragon online) Author Icon,

This popped up in the read and review page, so I gave it a quick read through. I find the narrative voice to be a bit grouchy, irritated, as anxiety and stress are melting away. This poem could serve as the catharses beginning, with that pen put to paper.

If I look at your poem on the whole and respond, even if spoken in conversation, it would be yes, yes and yes! But, why are you here talking about it, go do! It feels like this is what the narrative wants to be, and is finding time to unwind, but idling. Obsessed with issues unresolved, perhaps? Going back to the reminder of annoyances, with 'the absence of sound' that still seems to haunt, plague, as if those unruly kids will come back.

As for showing, there's mostly telling, no scenes to engage reader but depictions of what this speaker wants to do. It comes across as an experienced voice, but one that is troubled despite this break from the world. Sometimes, all we can do is complain. It feels like in that emptiness, we bore someone with this or that, forgetting their not interested, not interested in them ourselves. And yet, I find this to be honest and true about some people.

I feel this needs some specific imagery; what's the deal with kids? How can we see them disturb? Why is the voice saying what it wants to do, rather than give glimpses of these freedoms to release a reader, too? I think the word play is fine. It employs long sections in each verse before end rhymes. It's not as tight of a poem that employs this type of rhyme scheme well, usually faster paced.

The word play could be upbeat, but I don't know. Maybe, it could be more lyrical to convince me, but the speaker feels tired. And, maybe a poem like this best describes their mood...not quite there yet.

It was a pleasure to discover your writing today and hope to be back again.

Best wishes,

Brian
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Review of This is my love  Open in new Window.
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Rated: E | (3.5)
~~~ A Newbie Review ~~~

I’m a romantic myself and came upon this poem, tasked by my group to reach out to newcomers at WDC. I like to know a little about who I’m reading the first time around, before I launch. The Angel Army has been a great guide in helping me utilize and develop as reviewer-member. I decided my gift of feedback as charitable, so long as my review can be appreciated. Let’s see what I can offer for "This is my loveOpen in new Window..

I note brevity here. One four line verse. In it, two proclamations. Odes to love, usually epic, can be boorish. Why not get to the point? Let’s go line by line before the overall theme/message.

“Some words of wisdom don’t shine…”
Case in point. I don’t believe I can offer light to fully illuminate another to realize what the writer seeks. I could be one of many with pieces to help solve a puzzle called you and/or life. Only you can gather these bits along the way to apply to your own knowledge…and how to access…apply as best can. Your statement for me hinges on ‘words’. People use tired adages, idioms because they know it loosely applies, but nothing is perfect. We can cull a thesaurus full of words that don’t exactly sync up a writer’s vision. Words are limiting. Expression is better.

Since your poem’s genre is relationship, perhaps we better include parameters outside love/romance. To hook a reader, and the subject, you’ve possibly taken on the role of ‘disclaimer’. Not all can express themselves, here, short and to the point. It’s possibly honest, but is it fully conceived? Wherein, you apply brevity, each word must carry much weight. You do set it up before:

“Sweets don’t turn brine…”.

Is a throw away line? You’ve rhymed three of the four lines with shrine, brine, shrine. ‘ fine’ is not romantic visually, unstimulating. Perhaps, a hint this verse is all the narrator can offer, but wants to, despite forced rhyme. It can do better. What’s the aim beyond fare unworthy of a greeting card, unless satire? Not a listed genre. In fact, the following lines suggest great effort will occur to woo:

“I adore you morning till evening…”.

This is sweet, basically says ‘I adore you’ just as Walmart is open 365/24/7. If relationship, what does this other want in return, reciprocated? Devotion? Faithfulness? Strength to lean? Words like ‘always’ and ‘infinite’ ascribe time’s power.

“Want to worship your shrine”
Here we have a smalll conundrum. My first poetry will immediately point out…’does the shrine already exist’? It can be further inferred this is someone many have built a shrine for, exists. Why not be the builder, architect? What do these shrines look like anyway?

Put it all together, you have a pretty clear message. How badly do we want success in relationship…and, is their trouble? Is this a poem to reconcile, repair? To succeed, all one has to consider is empathy, be in their shoes. What would please them? Do they want the pedestal, shrine, worship, or equality…my guess, 60-40, if one is penning odes to win affection.

I’d rebuild from ground up. Read some poetry that inspires the pen, vigilant to know what words will send them into your arm than the other way around. Coy, but not aloof, don’t beg or plead to apply pressure, lean away. But, compliment, tease a bit, poke fun at yourself, be playful. That’s just for starters. If it’s true adoration, cultivate it, flirt. Does this one want dominion over the poet’s soul? Is poet submissive? Lots to consider if a co-dependent relationship should occur. Have fun writing, keeping going after it. Wink and smile like you have a secret. Let them come to you.

Poetry can go in many directions by genre/subject/topic. Courting has limited boundaries, usually tied to nature or depictions of qualities of another, including beauty. Whatever you chose, stay clear of brine.

Well, I laid around most of the weekend randomly looking for writers who may or may not want input from someone with limited vision. What else am I gonna do? Have fun around the website.

Brian
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Rated: E | (5.0)
There’s great observation in this poem. I had to stop and read, deciding to review after the read and review suggestion.

The first two words had me, even though I was teased by the title line. It’s a great framework to set up the poem, something unavailable when we read published poetic works clinging to title. And in my blog entries, I work these emotive lines under title as ominous as this, usually italicized for a reader’s attention and dramatic effect, if needed.

One of the things I like to try in review is show how a short poem like this contains its own symmetry when reversed, for instance, your poem:


clouds danced
to ethereal music
as wind whispered
across deepening
sapphire skies —
a celestial waltz
with each turn,
gowns billowing


Put a little punctuation on it to show emphasis, changing a bit the vision you’ve offered, which to me is time standing still, no one with whom to witness an awesome moment, silent, solitude. Can’t capture the same on camera/film, while neither do justice, framing it with limited vision 3D capability.

Billowed is a great word, visual, it has movement, spiritual, power with ethereal quality, and depending on dimension, as simple as a gown to jellyfish in reef, symbolic as a proud flag, to what a poet envisions in a moment on a beautiful day, heavenward.

Another phrase that caught me was ‘celestial waltz’, therein the quality ethereal. A plastic bag could wind up as focal point in a K.P. pop song, but a waltz is the thing. Perhaps, for reader, invokes the strings of those melodies, adds harmony to the read. Again, snapshots with one’s mind, pictures creating thousands of words, enough for a mind to harvest on long after, pen a poem to capture in a few words the brief vision. Time stands still. A mashed up montage that slow-loops in memory. Moment immortalized.

There are qualities here, like many objects in nature to help a negotiating mind make connections to the experienced life. Here you have done it, broadcast and disseminate with a wonderful poem easily consumed but so rich in layers for consumption to savor.

But, it’s about bearing witness to beauty and truth — not dead. Idealism on the brink and visionaries holler words we must ascribe to our own lives…simply stop and smell the roses. Easy act…but, one must feel something, emote something. Let the world know it’s alive, testify. In nature — hope. But, one might look up and see a Hindenburg. Ozone poked clear through. We might envision different, perhaps, puzzle our perceptions together to create 360 degrees of reality. If anyone could agree to disagree, yet consider.

Alas, truth is as elusive as a vision, described beautifully in poem. Savor life, read good poetry like this, consider how we truly feel inside, what feeds fear…everything is going to end. Each moment not witnessed, dies.

Great platforms, reviewing, witnessing great poems. It’s the strength to show your heart and soul, knowing one like me…lacks. Skill does not come easy, is interpretive. But, still growing, while I lay bare my words of appreciation for truth/beauty. Thanks for opening a portal to your reality, all the encouragement. Willing and ready to serve the dream, if only I can fully envision…simple, sweet, trust to near a poem with as great as your vision.


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Review of lucie willis  Open in new Window.
Rated: E | (5.0)
I found this on the read and review pages. It’s listed as Article, genre: Other, but with subtitle “politician,” puzzled over this. Took a look at your bio to get a better idea and now can make an educated guess at what this is.

It’s a very detailed profile, and likely for interactive. I don’t know how interactives truly work, assuming like a character card/bio. I’m learning more from this than I can offer for review. Written without amendment and reason this is offered for read and review interests me.

The details including proclivity, relationship, vocation, well covered. I felt when I got to end I’d find the most interesting details, and did. There are suggestions not only in the relationship at work, but what they’re into: drone photography. It feels details like this in an interactive can aid in unique scenes and interactions. Fun learning how this operates. How articles like this define interactive make me wonder if it progression to the completion of one.

Have a good day,

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Rated: E | (4.5)
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Dear ElaraFox101 Author Icon,

Short poem, huh? *Laugh*

Your poem is striking in its consideration of the duality in human experience—joy, and about fear, light and darkness, hope and despair. It starts out with a vivid portrayal of joy and creativity in nature, but as night falls, a shift to a darker theme it then becomes full of uncertainty with the fear, ending with a message of resilience through hope.

Your use of sensory imagery works well throughout the poem: "crickets chirp," "soft touch of the trees," and "faint howls from wolves nearby" to draw the reader lushness in the environ. Senses create a vivid atmosphere to contrast the initial pleasure before the oncoming trepidation. You transition from the joyful to vulnerability, marked by the repetition of sounds—“howls” that evolve from faint to louder, signifying an escalation of anxiety and the onset of fear.

Personification found used effectively, trees and the night given human-like qualities. As night descends, the trees "no longer look cheery" and instead scratch and harm. This was something I could sense, and relate to. The transformation here emphasizes the central theme: perception of surroundings can change dramatically based on one's emotional state. Very true.

The poem's structure mirrors an emotional arc, with short, staccato lines in the latter stanzas conveying panic and urgency, exemplified in “My legs ache as I run with all my speed / Powered by my fright.” This builds tension leading to a moment of surrender to darkness, where thia speaker says, “I drift into the darkness, / Letting it engulf my soul.”

Ultimately, you conclude on a hopeful note, symbolized by "sunrise" and "auroras of purple and pink." I liked this scene revealing. The final lines reinforce the enduring nature of hope, serves as personal and universal messages: "Even in total pitch black / Do not mope." Contrast of despair and hope felt deeply, leaving a sense of optimism against uncertainties.

Overall, deft use of imagery, personification, and structure to make this poem a compelling reflection on the human condition. I was with you all the way.

Brian

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Review of Walk with me...  Open in new Window.
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Rated: E | (4.5)
~~~ A Newbie Review ~~~
Dear Zemira Author Icon,

This is a beautiful poem where you describe and capture nature's wonder, plus the experience of these lessons to teach a reader like me.

Remarking here about the imagery, I can see myself walking through seeing these leaves filtered by light, as if jewels in these dense forests. Especially like the notion of branches holding them like crowns, creates a sense of awe, wonder and reverence for our natural world.

I had some favorite parts like "The trees teach us all about life we attest." Found it poignant, with the feeling nature itself is teacher, as this gives lessons about resilience and strength even in darkness. Removing the label that darkness is negative, there's an emphasis on where true strength and resilience is found...exercising proper caution.

Impressed with how this poem offers keen observation of nature with a deep connection through articulated nuances. Your metaphors and imagery vividly depict, could let readers walk alongside poet in the guiding enchanting language. Anyone who appreciates the beauty of nature to find solace, such as I, can soak in this poem and find something more.

From what I've seen here and your bio, you appear enthusiastic about writing, and it comes through with this poem offering its profundity and magic. The writer's execution of imagery is vivid and evocative, and should draw readers like moth to flame, to experience a lively write. Keep exploring and expressing your unique perspective—it's a joy to read!

Sincerely,

Brian
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Review of The Lost Light  Open in new Window.
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Rated: E | (4.5)
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Happy Account Anniversary Hezza,

Your poem shows grace to capture profound emotions with loss of a loved one, grandmother, in a heartfelt elegy. Tenderly handled, sense the loss in celebrating her life and legacy.

The poem is straightforward, with noted rhyme scheme. A soothing rhythm mirrors comfort, lends to memories shared. Consistent, there’s a gentle flow, making poem accessible and emotionally resonant for loved ones. It can reach a general reader on many levels. Some opportunities exist to enhance dynamic quality further, reflect complex emotions involved in this item with its mourning and remembrance.

I can speak to how you express this to help others connect in poignant and evocative terms. Phrases "a light went out" and "brightening heaven" offer vivid images that intone sorrow, hope of eternal peace for the beloved. There is contrast in these expressions. A repetition of "go" in the final stanza underscores theme of release and acceptance, reinforcing the message of love and letting go.

Poetic devices: The personification of "light" as the grandmother’s presence and the metaphor of "wings of your family’s love" imbue the poem with a sense of ethereal transcendence. Additionally, the use of alliteration in lines like "watched you fade" and "mem'ries you gave us" add to the lyrical quality of this poem.

On closer inspection…witnessed opportunities. To highlight your elegy going forward: my aim is focus on deepening emotional impact, using more specific personal anecdotes or characteristics of grandmother (understood by family, needed for a wider audience), describing more to transform tribute with its personal memories. Plus, ideas on the structure and categorize imagery, with transition from grandmother’s last hours to the higher calling,

From poem lead-in, asked myself questions before considering the whole of poem for evidence to put together poet/poem process to completion. It is nearly 20 years since posted at WDC, some suggestions focus where this poem could serve today as elegy, and how poet could see its evolution, if one were to revisit, however.

Hook:
I believe the opening declarative line catches a readers attention, a good hook. It’s not cliche but pretty standard in approach, definitely a write serving family to intone, overcome loss. Forward, gaveingfurther consideration, ask ‘does it set up subject well enough for impressionable audience’? A personal poem, type shared with family, might leave reader’s outside wanting more info. Could it be enough to encourage further interest?

In second line of verse, there is the use of the word “spark,“ possibly not properly applied. Regardless, doesn’t matter, but a spark ignites fuel for a fire to maintain. If one were to do a rewrite, you might find lots of different ways to explore just with that one line. It also could help serve as that stark opening hook. Your caught between light and spark, and which would produce flame/light, and for poetic devices, working toward a central metaphor?

The first two lines didn't transition well into last verse lines. With constructing a poem, there could be a parallel from that light to the lost grandmother. As years melt away, perception evolves into a greater understanding and vision, looking back upon this poem….akin to viewing Keats’s Grecian urn. Poet can speak to poem/dead and ask ‘what were you about’, and what the poet could now fully portray..

Passages:
“But the mem’ries you gave us will never pale: (example opportunity)
Your passion, your joy, your lust for life, (possible more specific?)
Your love as a grandmother, mother and wife.”

Herein questions for general readers lie. Opportunity for specificity.

“You’ve been fighting to keep your dignity (example of observance with respect to departed?)
But that fight’s now passed, so go – you’re free! (Peace, and a strong, direct narrative)
Although we are sad, and mourn you still, (shows consideration, celebrates the life)
We do know that this has long been your will.”

I can assume last line implies here the loved one needed to be a free spirit again., sought earthly departure. It’s obliquely stated, could be addressed.

“Go on, join your son; he’ll be waiting, arms wide, (This comes out of nowhere, could be worked in near your intro, give larger audience info)
And never again will you need leave his side. (Double negative…always you’ll be?)
Those who’ve been touched by you; family, friends,
You know that our love for you still never ends. (When speaking to the dead, do they hear? Or, are words for survivors? In a sense, both. Something worth noting.)
So Go, take your place with the angels above, (caps G in go, strong, need for it?)
And fly there on wings of your family’s love,
For the light that went out in the world today (full circle, back to light, good.)
Will be brightening heaven, now you’ve gone there to stay.

As elegy, and commonly of the departed ‘good’, they are light ethereal, heavenly, as if sent down through the clouds above, a face divinely lit like an Angel need no spark, no example of accelerate, but tying in one who is fire, force of nature, giving and passionate. I could suggest a metaphor path to combine both sources of imagery, to develop. Big task. Simpler is better when offering words for family. I prefer no spark over Constance of light references like ‘beacon’, something with warm energy.

I think you could have a flame that flickered out, lost from that fiery force. Perhaps, first half of poem could describe simply as earth angel. Second half of poem, transition to ethereal light, destiny heaven. Like, if flame lost, replaced by something stronger, more brilliant in Heaven, giving opportunity to be able to speak to her above, like poem does, seek counsel, or know an Angel watches over loved ones.

In building a poem with a spiritual connection like yours, brief examples of attributes and acts that intone flame can show strong worth for Heaven. In a poem that is intended to heal survivors hinges on ‘know’ in transition, the revelation shared that light exchanged, more powerful, intoning not only peace but a new force greater, both giving comfort and moving on from loss providing catharsis.

Overall, "The Light Lost" is a moving homage grandmother would express pride for. You’ve captured the duality of grief and celebration, perhaps more so in Eire than the sentimental wakes of American funerals with such a loss. Time gives perspective. My comments to illuminate process, offer adjustments to form and the inclusion of more personal details, help amplify more-so the emotional resonance in a fitting tribute to her memory. Thank you for sharing your personal loss in poem. Chose this having done a celebration of life tribute to my departed brother this past weekend, still in that mindset.

Sincerely,

Brian
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Rated: E | (4.5)
Dear Genipher Author Icon,

This is the kind of writing I find difficult yet intriguing, especially how this abbreviated short fiction speaks to me. I find this "Tweet Me A Story" activity/concept to be especially challenging, since the days of the Social Media Forum Formally Known As Twitter, replaced by the symbol X, when it only allowed 140 characters.

Most Tweeters back in the day were composing and pumping out short poems, but here I find a short fiction attempt...not even fifty words. That first line as hook, had to be good, considering the sci-fi genre tagged, and it had me hooked, considering the possibilities.

Conceptually, this is akin to the TV series Twilight Zone, rooted in the every day life, everything we know human, sort of a comic trope. That's why I'm given pause...have to think...what's in those bags, right? And, considering the attached icon on your static's masthead, outer planetary, can one infer and imply aliens, beings outside our solar system?

The next two lines could be as average as everyday conversation, but with that introduction, these lines become loaded with arrows of possibility where they story could go from there. And that's the allure of a short piece. It becomes a thinker, subjective to the tastes of the reader and imagination.

A reader can apply anything they want to visualize the scenario about to play out. In fact, this can serve as words uttered from a single-panel cartoon strip, thinking of one guy awhile back whose name I can't quite grasp, seeing humans either begging for freedom, or possibly not to be won, inside those bags the green aliens consider.

It was fun visiting this short write. I feel if a person attempted to go longer, it would lose its luster or appeal. But, if you were considering an adolescent young reader type of fiction, this could be an R.L. Stein-style introduction to 90-120 pages of a strange fictional experience, from multiple perspectives, given the human and the aliens as two character types.

I just stumbled into this while trying to keep my daily review streak alive, in my own plastic bag, while clicking on items popping up on the read and review link. I passed up a lot of stuff before landing here. Worth it. Thanks for sharing

Brian
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Happy Account Anniversary HollyMerry Author Icon,

I discovered your anniversary was, well, yesterday where you are, and now the same here as I finish this review. I perused some of your poetry offerings and was captured by this title and drawn in from the first verse on. You have some apt depictions of a night time reverie, using sensory skills and strong, descriptive language. It’s charming and shows a lot of care was taken to employ so much to make the words leap off the page, right down to some wonderful personification. This poem really has a knack for putting reader in story/scene.

The poem is rich in visual imagery, like, "a silver, constant eye," "cobalt cloud," and "angel wings," which creates a vivid picture of the evening sky. The use of color —silver, cobalt, and white — contributes to a visually striking portrayal of place and gives this reader specific feelings of tranquility, calmness from the depiction.

The use of auditory elements like "blackbirds meet the nightingale’s call" not only adds to the sensory experience but also introduced a pleasing rhythmic quality. It gave me a moment to ponder how much experience to notice those calls, how they interact. That takes keen observation and intelligence to apply it the way you do. The change from the lively calls of birds to the soft and mellow sounds of twilight adds layer upon layer as this rolls on.

The overall mood is serene, reflective, and somewhat nostalgic. I wonder a bit about the speaker/poet taking this approach, is it dark somber mood, is it immersion of romantic nature? Phrases such as "soft, light-hearted rest" seem like escape from something wearisome, while references to familiar constellations and the natural world evoke a sense of connection and continuity with nature. It’s unique when one is alone in a scene like this, timing right, something that would be spoiled, if it were not shared with the right someone who experiences the way you do.

The poem beautifully captures the transition from day to night, revealing that shift in mood as the day fades. The "chill of evening" is described as a gentle relief after the summer heat, comforting rather than fearful departure of light. This contrast enriches setting, illustrates a suspected intimacy with these moments unfolding.

Personification and connection I could not help but marvel: "A silver, constant eye / Watching o’er misty sky." The star is metaphorically referred to as an "eye," suggesting it watches over the sky. The star is described as having a watchful, human-like quality. It’s a comforting element that adds another layer to poem and scene. "The twilight soon deepens." (Twilight is implied to have agency.)

The evening star and its “children” deepens an emotional bond between the speaker and the night sky, filling the poem with a feeling of companionship. I found this a resonating moment where joy is masking loneliness. And further, "my friend through winter nights" makes me a little melancholy, but the kind I’ve lathered up in during lonelier times, found romance amid nature, peace and calm, time of reflection.

You play well with the language and note the lyrical quality and alliteration, with short phrasing without being choppy, yet employing enjambment. Some lines I noted: "little shelves," "growing gloam," "soft, light-hearted". There’s assonance, "But a soft, light-hearted" as your vowel sounds intone nearby words. The "a" sound in "soft" and "heart" creates a melodic quality. And the whole time, a steady rhyme unfolds. There is a noted sound between words, especially at the end of lines, as this follows an ABAB rhyme scheme throughout.

I was astounded by the sensory vocabulary, evocative imagery, transitional themes, and emotional weight collectively. The mood offered of peaceful introspection and appreciation for the natural world strikes me as just right, inviting this reader to share in the beauty of the evening -- comfort of familiar celestial companions. And, that’s only what’s within reach with the naked eye, as I am fascinated by the world, universe and all discovery beyond. I like to imagine possibility in nirvana, having the perfect spot and quiet feels like love.

Thank you for your poem that introduces introspection of and through writing, that we might consider your words again and again as life goes on to gain even further perspective.

Well done,

Brian
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Happy Account Anniversary Elle Author Icon

I like your article and have loved the notion of letter writing, as to the activity and what it has inspired. I think I attempted to get involved but don't think I got there. But, it did remind me that my brother could have used letters from me, since he refused smart phones, computers, internet etc.

You mention handwriting as being the longer the better. It stirred several thoughts, even now as I process while writing, in whatever order:

The longer a letter goes, my handwriting suffers. As one who got A's in penmanship from fifth grade on, I took pride in it and know it's not endurance but the quick sprint to the end of a page I enjoyed. But, a letter doesn't have to be written all at once. You can start it, relate some activities and thoughts, left out where one will be reminded to continue until ready to send off. Penmanship shouldn't suffer in this way. But, with the handwritten, what the loved one/reader views is a part of that writer/person that immerses you deeper in the experience from knowing the curvature of those penned characters on mead, familiarity that might feel like home/comforting. My brother worked as a diesel mechanic/foreman and wrote everything in block letters, partly as an exercise from spending his life abusing those hands...strong enough to rip a phonebook in half despite his 5'9", 160 pound frame. I saved those letters and will reread since his departure in February. It's a piece of history, could be a part of genealogy for any family in this way. Something a family might use when compiling unique information to collect.

I'm also reminded by your activity as it closely relates to offerings of writers in this community who pen odes. Some of the great poets like John Keats, known for their letters to one that they love, had outpouring that were noted by literary historians. As part of these exercises, it would be fun to try love letters/odes to someone special. It could be expressed as admiration, too. What was intimated in many early letters poet to poet, poet to brother or family, is still studied or used as some sort of measure on a historic scale to show the growth and development of these passionate and keenly attuned writers. Some of the most inspirational stuff comes from wooing and courting in those old notes. It could be revived as a poetry activity to write toward a society of dead poets. Too bad they couldn't stick around to see how the affected other writers and minds. Currently, they're writing elegies to any musician dead or alive for an activity.

I think the process of handwriting is slow and doesn't serve this old noggin' that's output is faster than the arthritic joints that want to quit gripping a utensil after an hour. If they could invent something to write with that grips you more than you it that might be an invention to help note-takers and possibly resurrect letter writers, if postage stamps would stabilize. Reminds, I was a stamp collector. Post office tried to make a mint of this with different type of issuances, as with coins. The year Elvis stamps came out, people were routing mail either to themselves or others through the Rock, Michigan post office...leaving them quite the task then.

Wherever this letter writing project is going, wherever you'll be, it has worth as a writing exercise. I should have given it more consideration. It's unfortunate that you cannot be here to stimulate its proliferation, sensing it did not get a lot interest. I never wanted to see you go and struggle with affliction, as you have shared. You are brave to bear your soul and allow others to offer whatever comfort, should it aid in returning you to us, as I've outlined in response to your recent blogging (so eloquently *Smile*).

You know I love you for all you have done for me. This thing Idealism taught to the child self is unshakeable, to want fantasy to be reality: everyone a king and queen or prince and princess or the knight in their own right. Dragons? Have to have a foil for purpose of story, though... But, reality is messy. If we can take off the rose colored glasses and see it for the way it is, I would just sit back in my lawn chair and watch the carnage. Yes, there are good people, like you, but trapped in their towers, surrounded by moats with combatants to divert, divide us, while the world touts inclusion. *Sad*

And this community was never going to be my route to being discovered as novelist I thought I wanted, again with the fantasy, long shot, gamble with words. I got distracted because...oooh, shiny thing(s)! And, I guess I came up short as just poet with something of 2,000 complete and these incomplete, short little interruptions wherever playing on whatever lighted screen viewing, mocking me, to myself. But, I'm good with that. I can write many things yet and hopefully something will be long enough or worthy to publish, as have a few pieces in recent years. I don't doubt my skills, doubt the world and the way it functions to absorb me or spit me out, decrying the flavor. And sadly, that has motivated me, too.

That sounded like a downer. No, you and me will be good. Lowering your sights might help with that resultant anxiety. But, knowing who you are and not what people say you are is better, emboldens, makes you ten times stronger every time they take a run at you...be your own shot caller...because it transfers fear. We all want unity and that's ironically the one thing the world will be denied...and this was supposed to end on a better note.

Hopefully, we'll be in touch (if only through our FitBits). Perhaps, a letter will come your way one day. *Smile*


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Let's see ChatGPT beat that. "No Chat! People don't use flowery words like that. We've been over this." Back to the helm of my internet world. *RollEyes*


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Dear Spiritual Dawning Author Icon,

I'm struck by two things immediately when I read this poem and want to share my thoughts since you were kind to give attention to one of the items in my portfolio this night.

Happy to see you fully restored fellow member. *Wink* The poem I came across was discovered after perusing several parts of your portfolio. And, since I'm a lover of the seasonal, found myself walking through the aisles of nature poems right to this. I apologize. I passed up the folder with things that haven't been reviewed yet. I think I was drawn to something that was just the right size for my eyes to consume tonight.

What I alluded to in the open was two things: there is a very natural flow and rhythm to this read that made it pleasing to pace through these words and consider the message that was poetically portrayed. I believe readers will be swayed by your free and easy approach to poem and the ethereal relating of it's phrasings.

What actually struck me most was the narration and it's command. I find, coupled with the read, is a voice that wants to lead, be assuring, give comfort and joy. A lot of times messages and voices like this in stuff I stumble across, wherever I've roamed, are lacking in an approach like yours. It's warming to be embraced by something so positive with a sense of its own healing nature.

I've read poems of yours in the past and by far this has captured my attention. I've appreciate knowing I can commune amid poets offering a passion and desire to share this brand of joy in what they commit to the screen I've stared at tonight. Thank you.

I just scrolled up and did see a typo for 'friend' on first line of third verse. Never noticed during read. Heck, I'm blind. I miss lots of stuff. But, have been happy to help, as I feel compelled to rub elbows and assimilate with like minded writers who graffiti paint word walls with ardor. This poem compels me.

Have a great day,

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I think this story, raw as cookie dough (sweet to taste as is), could be more with chocolatey morsels in every tender bite. It's surreal, I'll give it that. This infatuation that leads to wonderment and possible jealously by the first person speaker seems equally as odd as the wife's behavior. It's almost cartoonish in a way like Twilight Zone meets sitcom in a farce. Though I love cookie dough, I think this needs to go back in the oven because the cookies this potentially could produce will be satisfying.

Enough of the bakery metaphor. :) There is a lot of passive voice, a lot of recounting of events in the story. Let the reader in on the journey as speaker and reader are discovering events as they happen. Pacing is key and we're breaking off a lot of dough to swallow before the story can really evolve with needed anticipation. Okay, last metaphor. *Think* There's the opportunity to disengage from the 'now that I got you caught up' and give reaction to what he's thinking, what he's planning to do in response. Thus, we start wondering about both the woman and speaker and what's happening and what the eventual outcome will be.

In meting out story, we need some details, descriptions to help visualize events. I loved how the SUV set up. When we feel something has gone awry that lends to the story being told, there's the first signs that lead instinct to follow story. The events that give clues, as you have someone acting different, but compared to what? and as this unfolds, what specific details lead to a keen observation that kind of lets the reader lean over your shoulder to get a look at what you narrate. I think you could really make this suspicious. Further, maybe the narrator has gotten jealous irrationally. This has made for good story in movies where people overreact and feel left out, behind. It was seem less surreal and rooted in the Psychological aspect of a known human condition or something of a trope, as they say.

Key is a great use of personification making the SUV the other man in her life. Her obsession is so absurd, and the notion that the speaker feels inadequate in response to how much time has shifted from him to her gives the reader that personal, insightful and relatable feeling. Despite it's corny approach, you captivate and then describe everything this vehicle offers and more. Truly a moment where there could be some dialogue from the husband to the auto.

Dialogue: There is something that could break this text into sizeable portions, despite it's straightforward and easy to understand language. A writer teases a reader, surprises with what he might say or do. Does he want to run off with the vehicle, my thought. Does he return it to the dealer or trade it on his own car. The outcome is not predictable, maybe ridiculous, because it doesn't take us to another level. It sort of levels off the story to a quick finish, maybe feeling the story just needed to end with something. I think it could be more.

The narrator could speak to the vehicle, maybe so threatened that he imagines it speaks to him. It could be arrogant or more. It's characteristics could personify it a bit more. Ideas include what is comparable, an Italian stude or a sophisticated Frenchman, or the Latino that is her dream ride. These are just a bunch of things I'm throwing out as ideas, and might not be in your wheelhouse, or what you would do with story.

I think my comments are more of a reaction, a desire to see this developed more because it has the ability to surprise and tickle a reader with each step. With meted dialogue and that slow, methodical approach to finally, and with anticipation, meet his replacement. Timeline wise, I'd shorten up to about a week. A lot of the events suggest it's been a year or more. We want immediacy, not trips for service unless it's a lemon...another possibility to slip in their for outcome. And BTW, clever title. Using the name of the auto is apropos to subject/theme.

Well, that's my take. I really could go on, but back hurts hunched at this table all day, eyes tiring. Can't really edit that well, hope it suffices. Wanted to get this off since it's your Anniversary month here at WDC.

Sincerely,

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I just today read this with some difficulty to fully comprehend. It’s so well thought out, reasoned and meticulous. It shows that WDC is very passionate about the integrity of review rewards. I never noticed until two years ago, it’s not the number of reviews but by credit. So, I have been all about quality since; not fluff.

Eyestar recruited me to review for their group and was honored. Schnujo’s reviewing forum with support staff helped me hone my reviewing approach. Altogether, encouraged, especially with recent response from Max Griffin (7 R.O.A.R. awards, cherished), I finally get it…fully.

I respect what you do, and with the help of the mentioned friends and many more, hope to represent as best can the values and ethos on which WDC thrives on. You know how many grateful people have responded with such appreciation of my feedback? I owe it to the community for my growth overall as writer. Community, support of good reviewing, all benefit writer’s growth, which I also see clearly intoned in another article on reviewing read previously today. I’m so glad I did.

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I just sat here this morning and read “FOREVER” with coffee on my side table. It went cold. This is a contemplative sci-fi story with the described intersection of time, memory and the spirituality viewed through the eyes of your central construct -- an ancient, sentient machine. A machine designed to observe and record Earth's history, eons having witnessed evolution, from lowly primordial cells to the humanity of mankind. Kind of like AI now -- remembers everything with perfect clarity and gains an understanding of the universe that brings it peace.

As the narrative of your story unfolds, the machine reflects on the transformation of the land, the birth and extinction of species, and the rise of mankind. Then, it becomes intrigued by humans, who have fleeting but intense lives. And, it forms a unique bond with a farmer named Jonathan who visits this machine daily, reads to it from a cherished book, and shares his thoughts on life, love and spirituality. The interactions help the machine learn human concepts of soul, redemption, and the divine.

I liked how despite its mechanical nature, the machine does grasp the depth of human emotions and beliefs, leading to an existential revelation. Because of this, it’s power dwindles, given contemplation of its own mortality and the notion of forever. Once it has a form of consciousness, the machine finds solace in ideas of an eternal, interconnected existence. And it gets comfort from Jonathan’s faith and words about a new life beyond death.

Some Highlights and My Takeaways:

Timeless Perspective:
The machine’s observations across millennia provides a unique, detached, but profound perspective on life, continuity and change.

Human Connection:
The relationship between the machine and Jonathan was a touching exploration of how different forms of consciousness can come together and find meaning in each other.

Spiritual Discovery:
The machine’s journey from a pure observer to being with the capability of spiritual contemplation was meaningful to its character growth and to the story narrative.

What Made It Good:

Depth of Reflection:
The story excels in its deep philosophical reflections on time, memory, and existence, inviting readers to ponder their own place in the universe.
Emotional Resonance:
Through the machine's evolving understanding of humanity and spirituality, the story evokes a powerful emotional response.
Innovative Concept:
Combining sci-fi with spiritual elements creates a compelling and thought-provoking narrative that stands out in both genres.

I found "Forever" beautifully written to blend sci-fi with spiritual genres, my first pause before reading this. The machine’s timeless existence and eventual grasp of human spirituality made for a poignant narrative arc that was deeply felt. The bond with the farmer is very moving, with notes of the universal quest for understanding and connection, regardless of who one is, what we are.

Your story’s strength was the ability to make a reader reflect on profound concepts while also being captivated by the machine’s unique perspective. A difficult task for any ingenuous writer. Respect. Overall, it's a great and enriching read I recommend the community check out for themselves.

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I admire this poem and its ideal and was able to discover it thanks to the Anniversary Review incentives to seek out writers on membership anniversary to give attention and celebrate your offerings to the community. As a reviewer, I in particular seek out good poetry to highlight and share with others to hopefully benefit you and your endeavors with writing.

I do not undervalue the creation of something like a poem that becomes a part of who we are, like a baby, offspring that we look back on and note similarities to a younger poet, sometimes to find ourselves, and/or, an audience to appreciate even a part of what is offered, such as "Sing Song." With that, I proceed with care for your creation. Instead of setting up with short synopsis, let's get right into it.


Structure and Type of Poem:

"Sing Song" appears to be free verse. It uses a casual and conversational tone, does not adhere strictly to specific rhyme scheme or meter, giving a relaxed and spontaneous feel. The poem consists of short stanzas, each presenting a distinct thought or observation, which contributes to an informal structure.

Theme and Message:

You touch on several themes: creativity, the challenges of writing poetry, the loneliness of a writer (me, too), and relationship between writing and music. It reflects on the difficulty of creating meaningful art in a world where artistic standards seem high and recognition is elusive. Preaching to the choir.

Successes in Expressions and Poetic Devices:

Imagery: The poem employs vivid imagery creating sensory experiences, like "a ripple of water ricochets off the rocks" and "when the wind brushes by my face how do I know I'm not in space." These images help to create a visual and emotional landscape for the reader. As expression, I really connected here with this detached yet romantic view with space, that connection to it, either yearned or felt internally.

Metaphor and Symbolism: Metaphors like "little pearls are made from clams" and "when we dance we sing a song, for the music lasts too long" add depth to the poem, suggesting hidden meanings beneath the surface. Powerful as metaphors that speak to a reader, making that direct connection, grounded beautifully.

Repetition: The repetition of phrases like "sing song" and "how can" creates a rhythmic quality and emphasizes key ideas throughout the poem. I think this lends to the lyrical, something that also can apply to one of the themes.

Contrast: There is a contrast between the romanticized idea of writing (as an art form to adore) and the reality of struggling to write something meaningful. It can go beyond that, as the discovered writer. Toiling in anonymity or with indifference, it feels like an environment that either compels to speak louder with words, take risks, take a beat, or quit, sadly.

Connection with the Reader:

The poem attempts to connect through a candid tone and relatable struggles. It acknowledges challenges writers face and invites empathy from those who understand the creative process.

Reader Reaction and Clarity of Message:

Readers might be both intrigued by the honesty and slightly perplexed by the abrupt shifts in subject matter and tone. The poem could benefit from more clarity in central focus, or cleverly tie some or all themes together. It touches on various ideas without fully developing them, which can leave readers wanting more coherence and depth.

Audience and Clarity of Language:

The audience for this poem seems to be fellow writers or those familiar with the creative struggle. The language is accessible but occasionally applies clichés or forced rhymes. Simplifying some of the language and tightening structure could help convey the poem's message more effectively.

Suggestions for Improvement:

Focus on Central Theme: Decide on the primary theme or message to convey and ensure each stanza contributes to that theme. Consider trimming parts that do not directly support this focus. Nothing has to be thrown away. If you can't tie one or more additional themes in, considering saving edits to create other poems, perhaps part of a trilogy or more on one central theme. These could contribute as additional sections of the poem, and even write a conclusion for all to lend to central theme.

Refine Poetic Devices: Continue to use vivid imagery and metaphors but ensure they are consistent and enhance rather than distract from the poem's message. Metaphors that refer back to employed words resonate and give depth to a write.

Simplify Language: Avoid clichés and forced rhymes. Use language that is clear and direct to strengthen the impact of your ideas. I often use clichés as filler until I come back and think on it and what would be more expressive of these overused words to invigorate your audience, enlighten the point that they might say, 'I see what you did there'. A far reach to get this kind of acknowledgment in certain circles.

Example from the Poem:

Let's take a closer look at an excerpt:

"When a ripple of water ricochets off the rocks, how can
I write when I'm not wearing any socks?
For when my feet are cold how can I think straight?
When the wind brushes by my face how do I know I'm not in space?"

This excerpt effectively uses imagery (rippling water, cold feet) to illustrate challenges of focusing on creativity amidst distractions. However, the rhyme scheme feels a bit forced ("rocks" and "socks") and could be revised for smoother flow. I note the expression from the sensory and the visual, where there are experiences written that feel special and we believe grasped, but for some instances, not, to our sad disbelief. Yet, they are good expressions, yet need more thought, maybe, connect more to nature, the sensory, to get that surreal and satisfying feel of floating in space when we write. It's truly next level and I can understand.

Only other note are a few spelling errors like ricochet, which in other languages might have different spellings than Oxford offers. Another..."merry windows" instead of "marry windows."

Wrapping up, "Sing Song" shows potential in its candid exploration of a writer's struggle and the noted use of imagery and metaphor. With some refinement in structure, covered above, you could find satisfaction to more effectively engage readers and resonate with audience.

For a first impression, I see a lot at work. We both know it takes a lot of time, effort and devotion to craft that easily comes to the impassioned one. I took a decade off and had to rebuild from the ground up. An adage I use to keep me on target now, 'two steps forward, one step back'. There are always obstacles. Mindset is key. Don't get burned out. I also called poems 'life's little interruptions'. They let you know when they want to be written, if you pay close attention.

That's all. Thank you for sharing and happy anniversary on your Independence Day,

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I had been putting together notes and a few thoughts on "IndifferenceOpen in new Window.. Just too much on my plate last month.

This was an interesting yet. You did well to put reader in story. I did not get their tension at the outset. What follows were some quick moments jumbled together to assemble a few scenes that help a reader feel something about the two of them. I enjoyed that it was left up to me to ascribe my feelings, whether based on experiences similar to this. What is most remarkable is that I could feel the impact of each of their actions, as I know intense emotions and reactions and stubborn will like this.

I chose this title because of genre and to see how someone who seems to prefer conflict like horror and war, handles a relationship story. This is where we find out if the writer is stunted because of a bad relationship and wants to write through it, describe, see where to take it, be it resolution or just to show a conflict that leads to something difficult to overcome.

I began with that first line and the bias it builds for a reader waiting to be hooked. That first sentence 'replaced their conversation' found opportunity to describe the type of conversation that might tease what we've walked in on, imagine reasons the conversation could stop, already filled with bias based on genre, title and description line. But, assuming those things don't exist, great place to show and describe...does a voice tail off, does someone hush the other, was it angry? I felt that pause with the hair brush, to cue even me to listen in.

Good story teases just a little tidbit at a time. Or, blows the door wide open, as with some, and then gives back story and tells us how we got here. This story is beginning in the moment. Only, the reader steps into the story at that break. The omniscient voice is relaying info as past tense. Feels like fragmented recollections from his POV, written to distance oneself from what really happened.

His character is the protagonist for sure. She also can be someone a reader connects with, after she muffles her crying. His reaction might seems as indifference. Each character reacts differently and it's not know what the disagreement is. When I had a woman this intense and got in a care to leave me, it was to carouse and see if she could find another man to hurt me with. It had a familiar feeling with the quick scenes that could use a bit of a time element at the end, from after her sobbing, his checking phone, to her driving away. I thought it would be him because he had stepped out. I could reader closer and perhaps find that interstice where time does reveal.

So, I read this twice. Truly the context is summarized in the title line for this offering. I am not as locked into fiction these days, as I want to be. I'm moving away from poetry for a bit to see how my comprehension and reviewing skills with prose fares with my current limited vision.

A pleasure to share my reaction and impressed with a read that shows a great handle on displaying this vignette with smart, forward thinking characterization and scene development. A nod also to the psychological aspect and how communication fails, that reveals a bit of experience with this, possibly embellished or veiled, personal story.

A pleasure,

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Dear Helene - Missing being here! Author Icon,

I considered how to comment on your very familiar and likable poem, with attention to poetic devices observed and how well they worked. Also, I noted how devices functioned with poem theme, subject, and anything else of note, with examples that I could provide. I also had a notion after I read if there was more the poem could do to link back the first coffee to the last, and the gift from one's love. It seemed left out somehow and could be interwoven with message to heighten that ending reflection.

At the outset,

life-giving water
enriched with brown coffee beans
aroma upstairs


Already I notice the suggestive expression of 'life-giving' being attributed more to coffee than the H20, which infers for me the title, Caffeine. And, you stop to think, is it the drug or the drink, which can be confused in this enjoyment. It's both and it's obvious from the poem, noting 'aroma' and good sensory use to connect. It made me wonder and how to apply 'upstairs'...the head/nose, where the aroma drifts, another part of the home. I think any or all and it contributes well.

"a gift from my love" struck me immediately as how important it is to have someone that cares so much to help their love get the best start. Your description in this verse incorporates temperature (feel), including the container as something I can see as delecate and smooth, fits well in the hand and feels like one's life giver. And then, taste: "mouthfuls of velvet." It's expression and perhaps a common reference, but contained with the poem and it's verses, you feel the smooth, the savor and the experience with good sensory that employs useful words and does not spend time overdoing the flowery words.

I notice no punctuation here, "sweet warm and milky." It's consistent throughout. There are short expressions, some fragmented, which reveals how a day starts. Our minds can handle so much. This is mindfulness with acknowledging each step of the way. It's not wrong to throw out punctuation as it is observing, and lends in part to poem form to allow the reader to ingest words just the way the coffee is slowly being consumed. This is not short of intelligent writing and feels deliberate and sensitive to approach to slow releasing each. And hey, if intended, also just as coffee slowly steeps to perfection.

The final lines: "my first blessing each morning...my last every night," gave a few thoughts. First, I don't drink it, even caffeine-free before bed. Some do. Noted. But, what is the speaker really thinking about? It's just an ode to coffee? Nothing seems interwoven, the lone theme feels watered down. How can the poem boost it's flavor? I felt an echo bank to thankfulness for the loved one, perhaps sharing this joy. If I could feel a thought of anything more than coffee, it would bring this to another level.

Your poem celebrates the intimate relationship between speaker and coffee, portraying a daily routine, alone. But, with concise structure and effective imagery, the poem captures the sensory experience and emotional attachment, and how mindfulness is at play.

Several poetic devices in theme use metaphor prominently, like "life-giving water," highlighting its essential role in rejuvenation. This metaphor not only elevates coffee to a status akin to life itself. Imagery combines to immerse in the warmth and richness of the coffee ritual.

Can't forget the simplicity of your chosen language helps a reader connect to the emotional statement of the poem. These words evoke comfort and pleasure, reinforce the idea of coffee as a source of solace and sort of a decadent indulgence.

However, to better integrate the first line of the second stanza ("a gift from my love") with the overall theme of the poem, expand on the metaphorical gesture. Perhaps, describing how each sip of coffee feels like a tender gift from their loved one, infuse the act of drinking coffee with deeper emotional meaning beyond mere enjoyment.

Regarding the ending, it could benefit from expanding reflection beyond the physical act of drinking coffee. Explore how coffee serves as a catalyst for contemplation, creativity, or connection with others. By broadening reflection, the poem would weave coffee routine, and its significance that extends to broader aspects of life and relationships.

Your prose is spot on and very effective and can connect anyone who enjoys coffee, routine, morning habits. Noted poetic devices were profound in connection with coffee. Should you integrate metaphors and expand reflections beyond the consumption, this poem could deepen its exploration of how coffee shapes the speaker's experiences and relationships.

It was a joy to have discovered and happy to have been given the opportunity to consider for your fine poem for feedback.

Sincerely,

Brian
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I found this poem compelling and appreciated the way it flowed and read to fully access the message readily and easily.

The narrator's voice does well to disconnect and act as one trying to escape the pain of this failed romance. What strikes me as how scene sets up with the stumbling and street and what seems a journey home. I can visualize what transpires and then eventually becomes the (perhaps) the actual poem written, demonstrated at the end.

The voice seems to speak to the reader to relate, commiserate and at the end slightly suggest writing as a way to purge feelings.

Your metaphors to connect images help sell the emotional aspect of the poem. I could find a deeper connection with these feelings one might possess should one go through a similar experience, as many can attest. I latched on to some of these expressive phrases, including "fence out that achy loneliness."

As a person who feels emotion intensely, in formative years, this image of fort hold seems easily penetrated and prone. To me is remarks how fragile at first, and maybe for awhile, until these feelings are absorbed by time, new ventures or further self-actualization to remedy the loss.

The poem started out setting scene and carrying this reader home to the end. I feel in a way it's a difficult journey and demonstratively desperate to regain, or normalize, after something that feels like losing face, having to regain oneself. Egos are extremely vulnerable and this felt honest as what could be confession in that respect. It shows when you are vulnerable, as in love, how accessible one is to pain from a breakup.

What I stumbled into in your portfolio was a folder of poems about writing and then found this. I saw it fit romance and poems about writing, with the ending stanza:

You retreat into your tiny space,
That person you knew now a blurred face,
Tears, names, and words like sorrow or sin
Pour from your pen, you cry within.


The 'sin' especially struck me as another bit that feels like revelation that we're all human and it can be some messy, regrettable stuff. I appreciated the forthrightness.

The ending echoes a direct narration to reader that unfolds like a poem written to conceal pain and remove oneself by going in this direction. It reveals that turns to writing to pour out from that pen and self-heal.

I think in this final reveal there is no true sense of this person, just actions and emotions readers can commonly relate with. What the poem accomplishes is like a bit of self-help, acknowledging it happens, we get hurt. It feels sage while not directly saying this is what you can do. It is a comforting offering. Though, the title and title line are very suggestive, as title acts as a cue in all caps like 'get out'! Save yourself. The title line is saying to me 'end of the line'. It's over. And in a way, know it and acknowledge it and get away to restore.

I appreciated how smooth this traditional rhyming poem read, while connecting the imagery to the emotive. It connected this reader who is prone to loneliness but also can be rigid and self-correct as proposed any individual might. Very effective and well-crafted write.

Again, happy anniversary,

Brian
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Rated: E | (4.5)
Dear Ritu Author Icon,

I found some noteworthy prose here. It gave me some cues and some wonderment. The expression of a naughty boy might be most perplexing. I’ll attempt in brief to redraft until I get unstuck. BTW, you’re username is reflective of "WinterOpen in new Window..

The flow in your prose can be tightened with a few ticks. The first line could be confused as an address to winter, but is more of a statement. For clarity, could go either way (I have a preference)... try a modifier before 'arrived'. You could say, with anticipation, ‘finally arrived’, giving reason for the declarative, but chose anything you like. My preference: direct personification. ‘You’ve finally arrived’. This gives winter human-like capabilities and could fix the troubling child metaphor later on.

Second line: ‘with its chillness…’ tighter, as would be the next part, editing to read ‘pervade the breeze.’ This removes unnecessary article and ‘ing’, making more active, vibrant.

Third line: This is surprisingly strong and perfectly transitional. It made me think with that contracted ‘tickling’. Accent? A wee bit?? I wasn’t sure if I wanted more, but it wouldn’t hurt to play with narrative voice, entertaining, gives realism, holds an ear to consider story arriving. ‘Innocently yet naughtily’ juxtapose, play perfect contrast to set mood, make me anticipate what follows. Would you prefer 'Innocent yet naught'?

Fourth line, “...a child with a naughty gleam in his eye lookin' toward his mother.”
I’ll speak to what works first…another contracted word lendin' to that speaker’s voice, can imagine words spoken. The language is simple, holds to the true, as you don’t pile up a lot of flowery language, but useful words -- very key to the writing, to prose and free verse. Found ‘gleam’ also fitting. What I couldn’t decide is the purpose of the expression, like it lacked a linking detail to give a reader a sense of how a mischievous child comes across as a weather element, if suggesting mother as Mother Nature. It has potential, just lost me a bit. Suggest a thesaurus to replace one of the two naughty references. You can also remove one of the personal pronouns, too.

What’s happening in the poem so far…sensory details that help not only visualize scene but feel, hear, smell. All in a tidy package moving forward. Looking back, maybe 'hypnotic' could also have a qualifier as either singular, specific scents that describe 'hypnotic', or yet anther modifier to a word that describes. I’ve noticed ‘pervading’ now adding to theme of how winter invades, perhaps likely to create havoc like the child, tempting one to consider potential trouble. And ‘flowing in my ears’ connecting human and nature, as if communicating, I found to be an effective element.

Fifth line: “It caresses my face, like a child's, in his mother's gentle palms.”
This serves my argument to personify by directly addressing winter. This is a tender moment. Even though the storm could be a difficult child, it loves! Quick edit point would be a more direct statement to say, ‘like a child in his…’ Though, this might detract from the active face touching. It doesn’t necessarily need to reference back to the caressing, unless fully restructuring line with or without attribution to winter. It’s a beautiful expression, however you choose.

Last line: “In the night, beneath leaves the dew drops shines like a pearl.”
I think you meant ‘shine’. Excellent end and transformative from this progression we’re having. It’s evening now. It’s a reflective moment, with the previous engagements shared. It’s like putting the little one to bed and you watch winter rest. I just realized, winter was paternal after acting like a potentially demonstrative child. It has the power to do both. Could it be we are in harmony, season and speaker? Has a familial tone.

And, I want to comment on the dew drops. So many factors in one small line. Leaves act as a blanket for precipitation/moisture which isn’t really representative of winter (as pearls) but of a beautiful child, it’s like immaculate conception, if a person wanted to view it that way. How is it shown if not for some source of light that could describe something from an outdoor light to moon and stars or something ethereal, lending to an underlying biblical theme. I'm not how pearl is defined by it's mere suggestion with any gem that could lend to metaphor and theme.

But, how can the narrator know, see, from what vantage point? Again, direct speaking would help describe this as Mother Nature. So, there you have it. I read through and then again to where I got stuck multiple times. Then, I start throwing words up on screen to start dissecting. The process of pulling this apart, seeing each of the components for their value, is truly beneficial to the reviewer. I became a teleplay analyst with half time and introspect before fully getting comprehension and more.

Writer’s don’t often know what they’ve done, or how they’ve done it. By continually writing, reading, and reviewing, you’ll find it pays dividends. You’ll pick up these cues.

Thanks for sharing you bright words,

Brian
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Hopefully, this review is beneficial to the poet. I think readers can benefit from reading reviews like this. It’s long and talks about just six lines of prose I just inhaled. Dissect some short pieces that interest you and see how many clues you can find. Respect reviewing and it will be kind.

I took over an hour to write this review using an Apple iPad and forefinger, in the dark. The font in the review tool is about 3 or 4 or 5? and the ever widening page I pinch and pinch again to see and drop in more text. Fear I might lose my place, hoping a thick finger lands at the right spot. No easy task for me, but enjoyed it.



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Rated: E | (5.0)
Beautiful and emotive sonnet with just enough cringe to know the feeling.

Hello winklett Author Icon,

Your sonnet, "What I KnowOpen in new Window. presents an insightful reflection on the theme of aging and the inevitability of death through your lens of personal experience. The use of meter, rhyme, and form, as well as various poetic devices, contribute significantly to the depth and emotional impact your profound poem had on me.

The sonnet is true to the traditional Shakespearean form, three quatrains and a final couplet, noting an ABABCDCDEFEFGG rhyme scheme. I felt a surprise how this sonnet seamlessly handled and flowed with subject. It is contemplative and reflective. The meter, mostly iambic pentameter, lent a rhythmic consistence that I felt mirrored the "deliberate and slow" dance of aging described in the poem. One example, that first line, "Deliberate and slow, my mother moved," with a natural stress in the pattern to emphasize a methodical progression being plotted out with time and movement.

Your use of imagery and metaphor was very effective. The comparison of your mother's movement toward death to a dance in "dreamlike states" evoked a sense of a sad disconnect with the inevitability. Your metaphor of disenchantment with "life's romance" in the fourth line truly stung me, capturing a feeling of resignation and loss. Also, the metaphor using the bird's "keen warning" in the second quatrain underscored a foreboding feeling with a noted emotional distance. The auditory cue was a nice touch.

The theme of aging is central here, explored through the eye of the poet about family relationships and personal introspect. The speaker's reflection on mother's gradual decline and the estrangement felt in one’s own life hit me, even thinking of it now, createing a powerful narrative of loss and abandonment. The line "pretending we were close - and I, held dear" in the third quatrain was sad yet touching, as it conveyed that longing for a connection that perhaps was never fully realized.

While this poem is strong, I have a few thoughts. To enhance its impact, a transition between the second and third quatrains might benefit from a more connective thread between. The transition felt slightly abrupt. Maybe a revised line that bridges reflection on the mother's voicemail to the speaker's own sense of abandonment that might provide a smoother flow? No matter, this poem is solid and moves with how it captured me.

The final couplet is effective in summarizing the poem's themes, but you could also consider reinforcing the cyclical nature of experience. Adding a slight variation or twist to the repetition of "dance, deliberate and slow" could underscore the continuity and impending inevitability of the journey that parallels her mother's.

Your sonnet beautifully encapsulates the themes of aging and emotional estrangement through thoughtful use of form, meter, and poetic devices. It achieved and provided a great emotional reaction, when recalling myself, the last coherent conversation with my brother in hospice before he passed. Thank you for this!

Sincerely,

Brian
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Dear IdaLin Author Icon,

I know shape poetry when I see it but am unfamiliar with the form. Though, I like the idea of a poem with words representative of its shape. Makes me think of the things you can do with free verse to show with the structure of the poem, complimenting theme and message.

I created my own poetry form a year ago and forgot until now…can’t even remember now what I came up with. Your poem has reminded me so I can take a look back later. Probably a stinker.

A couple of thoughts I had about your poem, not knowing if form is restricted by syllables, but you could lop off ‘ly’ in unconditionally. It would read better and I think the form might even balance a little better. Also, you say ‘roof’ but it may fit with metaphor and theme if it were something more like canopy. A different structure could be a house poem. This form could make one think of a road trip and roadside adventure to umbrella and snack in shade. Or, a trip to the beach where sunshade is useful. Cats are notoriously bad travelers, but not all.

Sometimes a small poem like this makes me think of a picture with words on the walll. Also, the poem as it stands, etched or burned into wood (shaped). These are the thoughts I had for your unique poem. I’m happy to have discovered, as it helps me progress with my own craft.

Brian

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Rated: E | (4.5)
Dear Lux Author Icon,

This is a poem that worries so many reviewers here who don’t see the words play on unhealthy obsession. How a writer uses words as an outlet, and effectively I might add, to visualize and experience what one who struggles feels, considers, now romanticizes…as good poetry should.

There is a lot at work here in "ArmOpen in new Window., and yet same core theme, same central obsession but with new twists since the last item I read. Self-mutilation is cringe and not a pretty subject. So, get up closer and get a look at it. It’s throbbing right there on the illuminated page for a reader to experience, with a little literary/poetic know how, and psychology, too.

We like dark, deep, morose and its connection to psychosis. And Sylvia Plath was tragic, and idolized for it when people see her own obsessions and considerations of death inside an obtuse literary world/movement and that domestic trap, after her passing.

Here, your poem pulses luminous at me from the start. Wounds that don’t heal when reopened can do some wonderfully sickly things, and skin that pales from lack of the life-giving fluid can highlight its appearance. This is your first clue: cutting again. The most poignant line ‘blisters breaking youth’ almost feels like a double entendre. It suggests to me the connection to self-mutilation is like an out of body experience, perhaps an intuition of future demise.

This disconnect serves narrative well to show this reader and recall, it’s beyond self-obsession. It’s lying deep within this mind observing its own loss of innocence in the third person. I’ve written my own poem on depression, distancing myself in narrative as reporter, without a reveal until the end it affects the journalist who can’t get ahead of it. Here, you are also in the moment, but the mood is vastly different. What you do is powerful, if a reader closely observes. The speaker is disconnected from it abd watching just the same, like us. Though, more apt, numb to it.

I can’t say that I recognize Plath in any iteration here, but can attest to subject, theme, self-distancing to a trance-like state. By the time we get to the final stanza, the outpouring is envisioned like a snake. The reptile’s marvel at their work? Yes, definitely superb use of imagery. Further, the surreal factor is stark, scary, deeply intones theme and an underhanded message how close to hell we are envisioning, as the words in poem play out.

I’d talk crazy, too, if I wanted someone to notice…it’d come out of nowhere. These observations leave people unsettled. They should be and it’s very effective the way shakes enter scene.

I saw a few places to tighten to improve.

Opportunity in the first stanza to immediately remove direct attribution to narrator from the self mutilation. By directly stating it and oneself, it can seem a little too on point (telling versus showing) without some veiled, poetic reference. That’s why I would suggest leave mutilation in and remove the personal pronoun. The reader will assume a narrator using third person the more personal and affected the speaker is by this action, words employed, poem structure, and the result playing out to metaphoric, bloody end.

Further, and about that ending, to tighten and give a better visual interpretation of the visual, try moving ‘bleeding’ as adjective before ‘trail’. Leave off ‘left’ or add a little more. It’s your poem structure. You know what works best. A suggestion, and maybe an observation that you can toy with to develop this or help restructure a future write. Oh, maybe a better title to tease a reader’s interest. Words ‘blood’ ‘trail’ ‘luminosity’ are a few to push about with the ‘self-distancing’.

This was a close-up look for me, not unfamiliar with subject, why it happens, and what little prevention can be applied to remedy. All the more reason to feel the impact of this poem about a condition, having its vampire, caught after dinner, appearance. Or something like that.

Thank you,

Brian
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I discovered your poem on the website’s read and review link. I found a smart traditional rhyming poem from the outset. Your narrative voice admires, connects and compares with birds in this nature.

You have a beautiful poem that seems to get stuck by end. Its warmth and candor seem to reveal one makes the bird a metaphor for the narrators ups and downs. If you trim poem and keep this going, showing human frailty, joy and perseverance, readers will connect. Our own feelings on life equate the way I read the poem initially.

Starting here, let me mark some suggestions. Not relying on meter, it still has a consistent rhythm for the most part.

Easy edit in this stanza:

Just how we got here
lies in stories untold
though each ends with happy trims to the five syllable linevequal to previous
to be away from the cold.

I know they're watching
for as they visit me for grammatical coherence and read flow
some are flying
others perched in a tree. you can be less specific here, remove ‘in a tree’ to say ‘to see’ to show, set up future tree reference, helpline length and read flow

Their crimson bodies
like lights in the sky have fun, redact ‘like’ (imply the simile, reader will infer), and add a word further describing ‘lights’ or ‘sky’ … ‘feathered lights’? Or ‘pale sky’?
when I’m outside
will catch my eye. poets avoid cliche where they can, push yourself higher, past draw my eye, I.e. ‘entice’, ‘lure’, words that are evocative = employ emotion, sensory


But if I'm inside
and they're out of view
they'll just chirp and chirp
'til I ask, "Where are you?" This is cute and comparable to literature for a younger audience. It’s one way the entire poem could go, like a parent reading to child.

But if I’m indoors
and they’re up in a tree here’s a tree reference. What type of tree? The rhyme is a trap but crab tree, pine tree (harder to see) can modify.
they’ll just chirp and chirp have fun with sound. This is conventional. Close your eyes, focus, can you describe tone, echo, shrill, resonant? Crimson birds don’t chirp. Unless you have other birds to describe?
’til I go out and see.


Googled: The Cardinal's song is a series of clear, whistling notes that are often described as sounding like "cheer-cheer-cheer" or "birdie-birdie-birdie." These notes are repeated in a distinctive pattern, making the Cardinal's song easy to recognize and identify.

Below the above the poem seems to still be under construction. So, I end notation here.

Overall, I like what you have at work. I usually start out my poems strong, but labor to finish. Best bet, trim out what works, put on another page, and re-envision what you have. Your strength here is in your romantic view of nature. Birds seem unattainable and yet bring joy and vitality to world around us, entice us to notice. Keep going for those wistful feelings…like a longing to commune, belong, and share that human ability to soar, perhaps from the inspiration birds provide or what they represent.

Decide if you want young adult to adult readership, or parent reading to child, in deciding language you choose. Who would enjoy being spoken to this way?

Brian


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A Review for “Renewal” from your book "Music NotesOpen in new Window. entered in the Red Wheelbarrow Poetry Contest.

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It reminds...we can still appreciate the unfurling of a bud to see what beauty it holds in its clenched fist.

Dear Amethyst SkellyBones Angel Author Icon

So nice to see your entry in this month's contest. Thank you! Your poem "RenewalOpen in new Window. beautifully captured the essence of spring through vivid imagery and a reflective tone. Your use of the free verse form provided a flowing narrative that mirrored a gradual unfolding of the season.

The theme of rebirth and rejuvenation was noted and expressed through lines like "Prismatic ribbons of sunlight…Ripple through pale green leaves" and "Robins stake their claims…On lawns wet with shimmering dew." These images put me in that sense of freshness and vitality, which gave a feeling of spring without using explicit seasonal words (which was the main contest request). Obviously, the idea is to encourage expression in a poet's writing to reach for poetic devices that bring crafted words of flavor and life to a poem.

Your use of personification, "New growth on old trees…Softly, delicately dangling," brings the scene to life and adds a layer of intimacy to natural elements. The juxtaposition of "a long white nap" and "stepping forward from dormancy" underscores that transformative power of spring, and makes the theme of renewal resonate strong.

If you revise, integrating more sensory details could deepen connection. For example, describe how the robins sound (maybe, fighting over territory for worms *Laugh*, or the hungry babies in the nest), or the first scents of the season, fresh air, that would enrich the experience of senses. Look at exploring your personal reflection for the narrative/speaker in greater depth, a deeper intimate connection between speaker and natural world, known as romanticism in the 18th and 19th centuries.

Softly, delicately dangling

I highlight this because a former member “Northern Writes” taught me a lot, especially about ‘ly’ and ‘ing’ words. And just now it gives pause. What’s the level of write? What are we aiming for? NW would suggest 'Soft, delicate, dangle'.

New growth on old trees
Soft, delicate, dangle
Against crusty bark.


But it could also read:

Soft, new growth on old trees
Dangle delicate
Against crusty bark


When I sit and look at my text, even two years later, I can position words in a multitude of places and most of them would be fine. Which goes to the point of what you have here...“Crusty bark” that follows isn’t as serious or so science-y that it need eloquently describe the toughness of bark. And, when we were children, we jibed with the sound of words of traditional rhyming poems like Itsy, Bitsy Spider. Words could and should be jangly, glittery, considering context, how the poet attempts.

As I matured with my writing, I pared down on the ‘ings’ especially. But, NW said they don’t all have to come out, just not splatter a page with so much of them, use sparingly to keep a read light but not tight.

So, if you have a line like this, it’s stand alone; it works fine for most people’s tastes. You aren’t attempting what most are now calling my writing, ‘dense’. *Rolleyes* Your write actually adds syllables, breaks up flow and sound to add natural rhythm that one might digest a poem more slowly. I say, it stays. After all that.

Your poem is alive with sights and sounds that delight and feel like a real conversation of these spring activities. It reminds how much in awe humans are of nature, that our whole life we can still appreciate the unfurling of a bud to see what beauty it holds in its clenched fist. Your poem was successful at depicting spring using a conversational first person account of sorts. It did not direct tell or employ spring words to convey.

Thanks so much for supporting the Red Wheelbarrow with your poetic endeavor written to theme and suggestions. I'm overwhelmed by such a great gathering of poets under one forum roof...like a Spring arrival.

Sincerely,

Brian
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A Review for “Roulette” entered in the Red Wheelbarrow Poetry Contest.

Thank You for your entry!


Hello KingsSideCastle Author Icon,

Thank you for joining us with an entry on this month's Spring theme for the contest. I must say, there were unique titles, but this poem's topper piqued my interest. "Roulette" provided me with a compelling depiction of the unpredictable transition from winter to spring. By focusing on the battle between hot and cold and the resilience of nature, you effectively conveyed the essence of spring without relying on explicit seasonal terms, per the contest recommendation. Your approach adds a layer of depth and creativity to your work. Those first two lines, coupled with an oblique title, could turn a reader on their ear and smile with that comparative.

The imagery is particularly striking. The lines you crafted, like "One of ma(n)y confused civilians appraising the aftermath of a 12 week war fought between hot and cold" was unique in capturing the chaotic and uncertain nature of early spring. In this way, comparing it to war, you've found a comparative that had me spellbound. The metaphor of a battlefield effectively conveys the struggle and resilience inherent in the transitional period. I know this very well from living in a climate that is unpredictable, with late winter to unpredictable snowfalls that can go into May. One year, it was 80 degrees on Easter and we had festivities outside!

Your use of contrasting elements, such as "Tulips defiantly standing tall among the wilted cherry blossoms" and the juxtaposition of "T-shirt and sweater" on the bed, highlights this erratic weather and its impact on both nature and humans. What you contrast added a relatable quality to the poem, as it reflects on the reader's own experiences with unpredictable spring weather. I can also see neighbors gathering with a lot of 'can you believe this weather' talk as they look about. That opening scene kind of reverbs in my mind as I read the poem.

I did notice a few spelling errors. No biggie. I do try to recommend improvement where possible, or insight. You could consider delving deeper into the sensory parts that are associated with this transitional period. Describing the sounds, scents, and tactile sensations of early spring could create a better feel for the experience. For example, mentioning the smell of wet earth or the sound of melting snow might enrich the poem's imagery. There's the recollections of the fight. Huh? I really like the potential of a battle with snow and ice and winds and the sun and rain. Houses and eaves could rattle, window panes, too. I can imagine a blast that strikes our bay window now with such violence it was like a mighty superhero's blow whizzing past. Who knows? A lot of drama in the fight.

And what I've noticed with your poem over others is you didn't go the conventional pretty flowers and bees, bunnies and trees blossoming. A lot of springtime is a given, and you went beyond to show the struggle of nature. Spring is beautiful, but it gets windy, and precipitation comes in many forms. It arrives not as a time to go out in shorts and a tee, but brutally cold, to the point I worry if plants that arrived will be damaged by late snow and ice. By the way, the answer most often is no. Spring arrival is robust. So, this poem put its toe in that arena and I commend you for getting outside that pretty little ribbon-wrapped-up-box of spring.

Also, truly exploring the emotional impact of this seasonal transition could add another layer of depth. You have war of seasons, but neighbors or narrator have been affected and would be good to see if anxiety or frustration and how that would manifest. How do these unpredictable changes affect your mood or outlook? Reflecting on the emotional resonance of the season could make this poem even more engaging and relatable. But, kudos for giving me something with a fresh approach.

I will defend meteorologists, having worked side-by-side with them in radio and television. It's a tough and demanding job and relies on the National Weather Service data and they have to build their own forecast models to suit the region, county, city, town. Don't even watch the Weather Channel because they don't fine tune, just repeat NWS data which is broad and open to change, as they say, 'wait five minutes'. But, I get the sentiment and it adds to the flavor of the narrative, which I really didn't get into. It's familiar and sounds like everyman, like one of the neighbors in the street. Like a farmer without a bible-almanac.

Overall, I like "Roulette." This is a well-crafted and effective poem to show spring through another lens with its depictions, including imagery and contrasting elements. Your creative approach to depicting the season's unpredictability is both engaging and thought-provoking. High marks. And thank you so much for entering and sharing your poem with the latest Red Wheelbarrow activity.

Sincerely,

Brian
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Corrections below:

One of ma(n)y confused civilians appraising the aftermath...

...withstanding the a faint layer of snow at their feet.

Other flowers haven't fa(i)red quite so well succumbing to last night's frosty sneak attack...


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