Eternal sea gives rise to reflections as the poet takes a breather on the steel deck. Elements appear in different shades to different people. Expression is all about what is happening inside a person.
"The roar of wind upon my face
Like accusations in my ear.'
The ambience at sea is shown in the wind's "roar". Yes indeed, the power of wind could sway the ship in any manner.
The color of the sea under a hot sun seems to mesmerize the poet. It takes all your attention and wits with it.
Beware the witching waves!
Great imagery and vivid description lend charm to this poem.
It flows well.
It is hard work. And it is shown well as the worker concentrates on mending fences. Whether in the physical sense or the metaphorical, the title reaches out. Mending fences involves a person to spend a lot of time cutting and fixing the fence with wire or wood, whatever is needed.
"Long hours spent in weather's hand
Resting's just a token."
This poem takes me to places and I could see work in progress as the day advances. It is a great job requiring not only skill and talent but also patience and perseverance.
"From sun up to sun down'
Wagon or horseback do not matter except the completion of the job at hand.
We are told that to get a job is no easy matter. One needs put his or her likes behind it and secure the job.
It is great idea like they say, "a bird in hand is worth two (or ten) in the bush" during a phase of unemployment.
Loved the pace and language of the story poem. Style is unique too.
This poem is a true reflection of helplessness and aloneness in facing a problem and not able to help solving it.
"The frustration of not being able to help
Can drive one to distraction."
I am just looker-on of the unwanted things and broken ties between the two I love most. When things fall apart, we need to build the bond from the very beginning. But sometimes the beginnings are untraceable. Then comes the only solution you could think of and the one support we all fall back upon,
"One must resort to prayer,
And ask the Lord for a resolution."
You have very sensibly and appealingly shown as to how to solve a tough problem.
Word choices are superb, imagery is visual and the rhythm and rhyme are true winners.
The joy of listening to Him and obeying His will are clearly and heartily reiterated in this poem.
Obviously, a believer with strong faith in God, the poet has great joy in declaring her deep devotion to God Almighty.
"How precious is time spent in your Word."
Why do we believe in Him? The answer is simple. He is the only one to stand and support you in times of calamities we face in life and unsolvable other things we come across in life.
"At times, the way is not clear."
The benefit of obeying His will is enormous, the only qualification being the ability to listen to His voice, which of course, few are blessed with.
"In my missteps, I recall your precepts."
Indeed, blessed are those who are His true devotees.
There many levels at which this poem excels.
First of all, the bookshelf point of view, twisting the tale at the end.
"With love,
Your bookshelf."
It is much more than what the reader expects.
Secondly, the appropriate theme, which took the generation by storm, namely, the era of cellphone.
"You’re always on your phone these days
It’s always in your hand"
Third of all, there is a gentle satire regarding the way we neglected the reading habit, especially the younger generation. Oh, what happened to all those books we were pouring, I mourn.
"You and I were once so close
Sharing good times together"
I love the inherent message, an eye opener if you may.
Nothing like reading, nothing matches the kind of imagination and inspiration we derive through reading.
The poem flows well and right into my heart with vivid images of books and the iPhone, the new love of the masses.
This flash fiction story has the ingredients necessary for an appealing story. The beginning, middle and the end are convincing enough not to ask questions like,
why was Miranda's granny living like a recluse?
Why is Miranda anxious to meet her?
what was it that made Maisy afraid of Lady Byron?
Is she related to Lord Byron, the poet?
Of course, flash fiction has a limited number of words wherein you cannot fit in all the answers.
Wonderful end, sounds natural too.
""Maisy, I'd like you to meet my grandmother.""
Who would ever imagine?
Love is such a powerful thing. It is an indubitable truth for you. It lets us be what we want, imagine and realize.
It is well explored in this short and telling verse.
Figures, especially the simile is used with effect, to bring out the essence of love, the motive.
"....I want to disappear into the obsession of you."
The bond of love is a promise, a dream and an aspiration. it is shown as "destiny" the unseen force in life.
Hope never dies so long as it is kept alive by love.
What you are saying, if I understood it well is,
example is better than precept.
Mere words don't satisfy or prove anything.
"The ramblings of the resolute
are wasted words, spent on our youth."
Object lessons matter. They are crucial to educate someone like a son or a student. They are very sharp. They look for a follow up. Practical wisdom reaches out quickly, especially, if you are a teacher.
This is a realistic poem. You seem to have tested the truth. It comes out very well indeed in this rhyming verse.
Imagery appeals along with simple and understandable word choices.
Stunning in impact, this poem is a winner.
Crisp and quick the visuals pass on my mind's eye.
Two short stanzas, the first about the plane taking off and then crashing down for reasons unknown.
They could be technical or human errors. Is flying safe enough? is the doubt that springs on my mind.
The second is more diagrammatic. It shows a ghastly scene of death and mortal remains. What could be more saddening and shocking? Innocents killed right before our eyes. Whom do we blame? Safety measures not in place.
This short and practical piece of writing shows how important it is to keep mother earth clean so we humans and all life could lead a life of joy and health.
Imagine the beach cluttered with plastic and other things of waste. It comes close to hell.
Care and considerateness are important for a peaceful coexistence.
Everybody should follow the rules.
"We always gathered our own locally sourced fire wood. At the end of the trip we always made sure our fire was all the way out before packing up the car."
There are no exceptions to this rule of observing cleanliness.
Like the mother in the family, every family should have steward to watch for the young children to keep the place clean and tidy from the beginning of their lives.
It is both a need and there is no option.
In simple terms, the story highlighted the need of the hour i.e. to watch over the earth sincerely.
It is a lovely thought to have a would be grandfather to give the bride away on her marriage. The importance of being escorted down the aisle with someone you love to have by your side during a life changing ceremony called matrimony.
The details of the bride's background are skillfully woven into the fabric of the poem. It shows how convincing it is to have the grand father to be in the place of a father.
This is exactly what happened during my son's marriage. In the absence of the bride's father, the boy's grandfather took the initiative to give the bride away. I can relate to the idea very well.
The setting of the wedding appeals to my aesthetic sense. With the ocean afar, the sky and the earth, the presence of elements is appropriately seen.
The writer seems to be almost at the dead end of present situation. Green indicates his hope for future, the dream he has to reach one day. Find meaning of life and settle for a peaceful existence. Now he is turning a corner and be on the next best level he could find.
"There is a purpose to my life
To free myself from the constrained"
Indeed, one should not make do with what the present offers which may not be joyous or contented.
This poem also shows the readiness to find the "green." It is a metaphor for a bright and beautiful future as one would aspire for.
Title is apt and so are the thoughts expressed in the poem.
It flows well.
A poem that ends on a note of hope.
A lonely woman's anguish is visually shown. Three kids and self do not make a happy home. A man's presence and love is what they seek, especially the lonesome woman.
To get through a working day is truly tough particularly in the morning hours which by all means, is painfully short.
"The children have no patience,
they yell at me to get them food,"
Now the day is gone but the night is young. Problem of loneliness and a cold bed and a yearning heart sing a sad song, perhaps remembering the past joy of a complete family.
"I wish to myself I had someone,
to hold me close and love me right,"
Images of a family living by themselves play on my mind.
A practical poem on the temptation of a take out. I don't think there is anyone out there, who would resist the delights served in a fast food center.
"Steamed, stir-fried, deep-fried."
Well chosen adjectives for the steaming food on the tray.
The use of "guilty pleasure" exactly describes the feeling in the consumer's mind.
There are more harmful effects of junk food than one could count. Yet who can resist its delights.
"when my belly bloats:
I'll regret this."
The state of mind on a grey day is what I understand is depicted here.
Rhyme and rhythm are the best features wherein words are chosen and used with utmost care.
"In silence flew the morning swan
A breath to bloom the face of dawn"
The beauty and serenity of a swan in the morning ring in a fresh start, a new calm?
The presence of an unseen spirit is clearly felt bringing relief to the who lost it.
"The essence wove above the land"
The mind that is in constant thoughts of the departed loved one, feels him or her just above or near. Enough to go through the rest of the journey.
Scary thoughts indeed.
This poem scrolls down with a long list of dark thoughts that play and replay in the poet's mind. Mind is such that it can change heaven into hell and vice versa.
Beware the negative constructions which wipe away calm and serenity that dwell in the same mind.
The poet did his level best in bringing out hell's angels. The soul is rent asunder with unbearable thoughts of everything that is hellish and evil.
Mind is a strange mechanism. It has layers of memory. We remember clearly what happened years ago down the past compared to the events of recent times.
Psychologists have their opinion.
Rosy reflections of the past tend to stay on mind more lastingly. Persons, places and associations that appeal to the person are recalled easily.
No doubt these memories clearly indicate the mind-set and the things that you liked at that point of time left a deeper impressions than you have ever imagined possible.
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"thou i don't always remember what happen a week ..."
(though I don't always remember what happened a week ...)
Good or bad, words have power to cut, cleave, depress or uplift, make or unmake a life.
So we know what to be said or left unsaid.
"If you ever hear someone begin:
“I probably shouldn’t say this,” STOP THEM."
I like the counsel given in the lines above.
Any sensible person would not say something he already knows as useless or unnecessary.
"Huge words" is an interesting adjectival. But bearing down on the woman and her child is a mistake. Mere crowd mentality is shown here as something irrational driven by "unknown intention".
Love this lovely metaphor of dinner plates washing with hands signaling the joy of life.
"she is at her most beautiful.
This is her nightly rhythm."
A simple thing contains beauty and joy for the woman in the poem. And it also shows the love she has for herself.
Indeed doing chores or anything else in a perfect rhythmic way shows the attention you pay to the task.
"with the grace of a woman
who has learned to love herself."
Washing dishes is no mean matter. Oh no, not at all, as some would presume. Reading this poem elevates it to new heights of love and perfection.
Each tomorrow is filled with unknown promises to brighten life. Indeed we need to welcome it with all heart.
It should not just come and go in an indifferent way. In dreaming about tomorrow's joy fills my present with benign thoughts.
Tomorrow is joy unlimited, tomorrow is love much wanted. Most of all tomorrow is hope, the light of life.
Poet has very well personified the the thought of welcoming tomorrow with perceptive lines like
"Who will hand it a hot drink,
A biscuit and a blanket?"
This free style poem looks like a long metaphor of life where we are expected to look forward to future with hope and positivity.
This is a heartfelt poem from a grandfather for his granddaughter Jenny.
Grand children are the sources of joy for those who love them unconditionally.
The form and the rhyme scheme, ABAB suit the simple and appealing expression of love and attachment.
"More precious each day
Than words can ever say'
The bond between them is shown in visual imagery.
Word choices and line endings are the key to success of this poem, besides the content of course.
It flows well.
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