A philosophical piece on grief.
Grief grips right from birth.
There is no way to avoid it, so we accept. Make it a way of life and then it appeals.
It is just the way that tragedies appeal more than those works with happy end.
Life is like that. A famous author compared it to a bitter soup made of cassava leaves which should be taken carefully from the edges of the bowl. It is good for health.
So is grief. It makes us reflect and see that we don't commit the same mistakes which we grieve about.
Failure in love is treated rather well in this short prose piece. Self reflection is a good point to raise in times of being deserted by the sweetheart. It surely helps in regaining equilibrium that might have been overthrown a bit.
Personifying the engulfing aloneness and silence is the central focus in this write up.
If nothing, solitude welcomes a disappointed person.
"You who saved me from that place? You’re listening to me right now, hanging on each word, ..."
The same solitude searched by the sages works differently with those seeking company.
The celebratory mood of Halloween is brought out with zest and enthusiasm.
Following traditions is an enjoyable occupation.
There is no place for ridicule or logical questions in regard to customary practices that accompany every culture on earth. Not that you can't find them if you care to go to the background details.
"A cursed pagan holiday
or not~
I care not to discuss."
I can't agree more.
It is a fun night for children and adults alike wearing costumes of yore just to evoke a momentary glance at what it was ions ago. Every culture has a day of the dead being celebrated in a big way.
Memorial Day is a great occasion when we can salute the unsung heroes. This poem is a tribute to an unknown soldier who laid his precious life for the sake of the safety and security of his country. Thinking of them dying in wilderness deeply hurt with no one of their own around, makes sad and remorseful.
yet, he doesn't have regrets or complaints.
"No regrets will ever be heard from this man;
For his country, if you asked him, he would do it again."
Service to the country is valued high in any part of the world. Soldiers are noble and service- minded whether in action or after retirement.
Wonderful!
The twist in the end is both sudden and amusing. Really, we do come across dozens of such "duologues" being held everyday and anytime on the road. In fact it could be disturbing to the viewer, who'd think there is something seriously amiss with the person.
This rhyming verse brings out the confusion created by the cell phone user, who is unaware of it.
"There's a guy over there, is he talking to me?
No, it's himself whom he's talking to, he must be crazy!"
Modern technology, in particular, the use of cell phones could be insidious without our being aware of it. It is a vice most of us are almost addicted to.
Moderation and control could make the use of these devices more pleasant and truly useful.
It flows well.
Imagery makes the poem a pleasure to read.
I like this rhyming verse dedicated to the cowboys of the world.
They act like true heroes living a life of risk and danger.
Riding in the shadows and speeding under the open sky they face peril and perjury even as they drive the cows to pasture and home.
They look like swashbucklers riding their horses with courage and confidence.
I think everyone who loves adventure would love the famous cowboys of the west. Driving their livestock over hill and dale with temporary stop overs here and there, singing songs of love under the starlit night sky, cowboys are surely alluring to know and think of.
"Hiking up mountains,
Living our dreams."
It flows well with vivid images of the riding men called cowboys.
I can see that courage is a two fisted weapon. For those who choose to serve the good, courage is an inspiring supporter. For those who use it for selfish and immoral reasons, courage can dump them in the deeps deeper than one can imagine.
"Courage,
Makes men
Brakes men,
Brings power
Brings ruin."
A sensitively penned rhyme, the poem shows the ways and means of courage. Every needs it. But does it fit well with all, is the question raised.
I notice that the poet feels that being human also means "cowardly".
"If not courageous
You're cowardly,
If cowardly
You're human."
So I understand that both being courageous and cowardly are human. The only difference is that while one lives with his pride in tact, the other one dies many a death during life.
Lines are crisp and thoughts are clearly expressed.
Walking along the beach
finding things within my reach
finding beauty in small things
like delicate whorls on colorful seashells.
bliss and beauty are what we find
in this lovely rhyme with a perfect rhythm woven with spontaneous word choices, images of splendor from natural surrounds pouring in to captivate our hearts, clearly etched on our minds.
The experience of strolling on the shore at any hour of the day is always fresh and blissful.
The waves and the endless sea along with memories of sweetheart, and much longed memories provide the poet and the reader alike with sufficient joy and contentment.
"Tell me to walk along the beach
And feel the wind caress my cheek"
Incredibly lovely chain of poems devoted to the one she loves.
Verses are spontaneous and feelings warm, happy, sad and touching.
A love like this is a rare thing to come across.
People forget and search for new pastures. Not so in this case. Something tells me it is from real life and not imaginary.
"You asked “can I know all about you”, I asked what you wanted to know
.......
Then came that unexpected answer, the one word that made my heart sing.
The answer that grabbed me and trapped me, that word that you typed “everything.”
Memories are so clearly etched on the mind and expressed equally well with precise choice of words.
Missing love like this is written in a manner is something I would look for.
"But if thinking of you makes me happy and not thinking of you makes me sad
Then thinking about you all the time, there’s no way that can be bad."
Delicate feelings find exceedingly simple and vocal expression. Nothing but natural feelings which make the poem worth reading and remembering.
It flows well with vivid images and a great rhythm.
This is truly amazing. I can't imagine children of seven and four engaging in a religious conversation. They are actively talking about God filling me with awe and wonder.
The only logical reason behind the shaping of their personalities inclined to God from the beginning of life is none other than their mother.
Mother is the first teacher for any child. The child follows in her footsteps more than she can imagine.
So after reading this story, my thoughts went in the direction of how much a mother could do in moulding the characters of her children.
The more aware she is of her influence on her children, the more she works for their good and well being of physical and mental selves.
Thank you for sharing an interesting episode from your life.
The time gap between "Autumnal splendor" and the spring awakening is dotted with vivid and visual images of beauty.
Memories of "Golden afternoons" are evoked through the splendor of autumn. Color and beauty of the past come awake with descriptive images like, "Emblazoned memories."
I see nature's beauty spread across the valley as she lights it up. While winter is sleeping away dreaming of a hopeful future, spring prepares to reignite hope and love in the hearts of many.
The whole poem is one long metaphor with constructions like "Glorious Golden Afternoons," "Pale Winter's white light,"
They take me to a world far removed from that of my present.
Rhythm and word choices weave magic throughout this nature poem.
Need of the hour is to bring back the lost values that shape the characters of individuals that make up a society.
Some of the common values which are elementary to any society are, courage, loyalty, respect, responsibility, humility, gratitude and generosity, and charity of speech deed and word.
I truly appreciate your concern to restore values to our society. However, there are always those who practise them meticulously. Even so, the reminder to do so serves well.
"Where have all of our values gone? Is it just a sign of the ages or is it something even more, when the younger generations have put no values on the respect of the wisdom of the elders."
While I agree that there is a noticeable decadence of values, I also am glad to see a few good men and women follow them and instill them in their children.
There is no doubt that crime rate will come down drastically if the young generation is properly guided from the grass roots.
Thank you for sharing thoughts on an important aspect of society.
revisiting your poems gives me great pleasure and solace.
Nature being what she is, is an unfailing provider of beauty, peace and joy unlimited. You have so vocally expressed her uniqueness no matter the season.
"It's hard to name my favorite season,
I delight in every nuance change brings."
Visual imagery of different phases of nature are brought to my mind's eye with ease and spontaneity.
"Cool deep sleep, smiling daffodils, sun-kissed skin,"
Your expression of the effects of seasons just about sums up my very own experience.
But for her, we couldn't have the kind of breaks that bring freshness and splendor to our lives.
I think the whole life is a journey from pretense to truth to self, society and God.
The real self emerges in times of perjury to the soul and spirit. Then we leave acting the untruths and emerge like a beautiful butterfly from months of inertia and slumber.
The knowledge that He knows it all, "dirty little secrets, fears, hopes, and failures" should make us automatically sincere and truthful. The day I learn the deeper layers meaning behind the belief that you can't cheat with God, we are truly happy and blessed.
I feel as though Someone is watching me all the time and so I should be really good.
A beautiful and meaningful poem on nature that speaks of human life as well.
Grass grows tall and green nurtured by mother nature.
Human beings are born and brought up by kind parents and the mercy of God. Creation cannot sustain without His supervision.
Under the care and kindness of nature grass grows "tall and strong".
By listening to the voice of God, individuals can also grow and mature into strong and able people.
It is a simple haiku that includes growth and subsistence. To me it speaks from human level as well.
Word choices are simple and apt conveying the deeper meaning with depth and clarity.
I see the forest scenario with vibrant sounds and sights. The experience of standing and watching the jungle coming alive with first light is depicted with clarity and credibility.
First among the awakened are always the birds whose song heralds the dawn and provides enough inspiration to those still asleep. Everyday dawns with a cuckoo's song by my window.
Animals are the next bunch to come awake and start searching for food or water. Some of them are wild enough to drive the minor ones run helter-skelter.
"suddenly a loud snarl fills the air,
chaos reigns in the woods,"
Fear of the mighty always ruled the animal kingdom as well as that of mankind.
It is beautiful and the beauty is well expressed in various visuals.
It is a logical piece of writing on the concept of love. I appreciate the views expressed here despite the writer's admission of lack of experience in regard to being in love.
"In reality I am inexperienced with the aspect of love.'
Yet, the number of points raised on the topic of love show that they are very much real and logical. Love needs mutual respect and understanding besides sharing passion and closeness. Affinity and tenderness in attitude are to be shared as well.
" No matter how long I am married I will always shave when needed and will always open the door for her and pull out her seat, leave her roses on occasion"
You have shown what it means to be really in love by sensible examples.
This article has spontaneity and flows well. There are several guidelines provided for the future lovers who plan to marry.
That must have shocked her out of wits. What a way to put an end to a conversation you didn't like.
This answer to her question also reveals the fact that homosexuality is a concept that was neither imagined nor ever expected it to realize in future by her generation.
This could be a funny answer, but it would scandalize your mom.
Another point I noticed is the fact of obesity. Mothers are so worried if their daughters showed signs of fat around the hips or elsewhere.
"My mother would pass the potatoes, telling me I should have a smaller portion as my hips weren’t getting any smaller."
It reminds me of the Victorian age when mothers of unmarried young daughters had but a single objective i.e. to see them well settled with an eligible young man.
Issues of marrying cousins also attracted my attention.
All the topics of relevance are highlighted without disrupting the main story.
Hi,
I enjoyed this reflective prose on words and writing thereof. True, that human beings are uniquely blessed with the ability to speak, read, feel and create. Speech is everyday creation. The variety of words that flow in conversation shows the ability to create. Each of us. is a creator in a special kind of way.
We create stories unconsciously and when we feel strongly about something we put words to paper. We edit and add and the process goes on till the author is satisfied.
Without words nothing is possible and with words we can make or unmake the world, change the mental state of the people and bring radical changes in their thinking and attitudes.
No wonder, words are mightier than the sword.
Thanks for sharing this simple but thought provoking article.
I heard that human beings begin to remember things of their childhood from age three onwards.
The title make me think of children of three playing on the patch of lawn while their mothers chitchat relaxing on the park benches.
Now that they are up on legs, this world seems to beckon them from all directions.
"Learning, discovering, all the day long."
With innocence reflecting in their eyes, they want to grasp everything in one go, touch, see, taste and feel the joy.
This short and sweet poem is full of images of childhood wonder and joy.
It flows well.
There is a kind of joy I hear in enunciating the fact that she is your wife. Yet, she has many hats to wear, doesn't she? such as companion, caring person and so on...
"She is a mother, lover, confidant, and friend"
The ring of pride in having a family to rely on is clear and loud. Of course, it comes with strings attached. Yet, there is no burden in sharing things.
"We both share a love that never will end."
No wonder, most men marry, including the poet.
This poem sounds like a tribute to the poet's wife. Imagery is vivid and sentiments are expressed in a controlled manner.
There surely is a twist in the end. But you have achieved the desired effect. The story narration got me interested as to know the stranger, his motto and whereabouts.
The introductory lines are well written. The details are definitely adding to the gradual build up of the events finally leading to the stranger walking in, out of the veil of night.
We start wondering about him. Who is he? What on earth is he doing in the middle of nowhere and so on.
The cold got him this far is the reason we finally step on. If it is that cold why was this narrator camping out in the open?
"The snow on the ground was ankle high. But it was cold. The river was almost frozen over,"
Not much fun camping alone in the freezing cold.
Now comes the end where we see the stranger is but the narrator. It speaks of the absolute loneliness in the plains. Just like in an empty street where I see myself coming round the corner towards me.
Hi Ned!
this is truly an enchanting poem, content-wise. The form of course, is interesting.
It takes me to that place down the lane, where daisies grow. Must be a serene and solitary place.
The picture of two friends engaged in summer activities takes me to my own summer holidays in the distant past.
Even as the story is repeated as per the "task" it hasn't lost its charm. That's the specialty I find in this poem.
With vivid imagery and appealing word choices, with rhythm and rhyme intact, it flows well.
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