Hi,
the pain and pleasure of first love are well recorded in this poem.
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Sometimes we go for the superficial appearances, not realising they are skin deep.
At an impressionable age, when opposites attract, one tends to fall in a big way.
There’s no one, who can share the pain, when a negative remark affects you.
Better take it as a necessary lesson and experience.
Hi,
this philosophical poem appeals to me. I agree that nothing is important, nothing is noticed.
You are so right about self delusions.
All our lives we indulge in these creative lies about self.
While I agree with that, I also feel that there are moments in every individual's life when he or she is face to face with self.
Why should anyone care about me. They owe me nothing. Neither I, to them.
"Do you not know?
Do you even care?"
we both are parts of bigger entity.
It flows well.
There's something worth debating and contemplating about this poem. I like that spark.
this verse is natural and true. Here's my short humble review.
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Indeed, poesy is such fickle-minded muse. It chooses its hour, any time during the day, night or in-between.
It has a way of slipping away though you sit with a mind ready to contemplate and a pen to paper.
But sadly, that's hardly sufficient. Then what else is required? Well, my guess is as good as yours.
A bit more inspiration perhaps.
More looking around, more understanding of self and society, more appreciation of our blessings in the guise of people and nature, I presume.
I can see all the healthy signs poised to be a wonderful poet.
The rhyming is great, rhythm reflects the mood.
A different kind of love poem where love assumes the form of a killer, killing with a kiss.
"and like Judas, you kill me with a kiss'
This line makes me think of the difference between a traitor's kiss and that of a true love. not much to compare with except that it is a physical gesture.
The air of mystery is added to the lover's smile, which his partner alone can scan and understand. The language of lovers is not meant for the world. It is exclusive and private.
Imagery is visual and we can see through the whole scenario the love that is persistent and clear.
The mythical creature is introduced in the end much to my wonderment. This must be the one that the tourists are looking for in the thick African forest.
The characters are well carved and enact their part in a natural manner. Anja Sami knew his place and answered the short questions.
The animal they wanted was rare and never seen before. Hence the threat and coercion to Ajna i believe.
The strange dinosaur is a curious meld of wings and scales. It is a curious sight. Wonder how Anja could befriend it and trained to obey his command.
The loss of a dear one is brought to surface with a series of spontaneous, heartfelt and genuine feelings put in the form of questions.
The shock and surprise apart, the poet's bewilderment at the loss is felt throughout the poem. Having lived as one being, the poet finds it difficult to contend with to live her life from now on.
"How can I live my life
When yours is over?"
Short and sharp questions, which God alone can answer are effective and full of feeling.
The intensity and passion and above all, the poet's utter devotion to her life partner come through loud and clear.
Imagery is visual and the fact that marriage is a metaphor for love comes to me with a force of its own.
It flows well.
This is a natural way of reacting when the mind is at a low ebb and when the individual sees little hope for all the efforts he puts in.
To succumb to such circumstances would be disastrous. Instead tell yourself to get up and get going. Divert your thoughts and use them for something you really like. Not what others want you to do.
You have voiced your panic very well indeed. I wonder, if you could see how you feel, you must also be able to see what cures this situation.
"Why are the smallest things,
causing me so much pain?"
By admission it is the "small things" that cause you panic. Think calm, talk to kids, take a leisurely stroll in the neighborhood, smile at strangers, get one in return and at the end of the hour you will feel you can tackle whatever that frightens you.
This free style poem is well written with language and grammar in place.
Absolutely, a useful analysis of Plastic vs Reusable Bags.
To replace the harmful plastic with more plastic in a different name is going to be as harmful if not more.
It is true that the previous plastic shopping bags were used for purposes listed in here. But the PP is of no use in any way. It is better to trash them anyway.
The authorities should wake up to the insidious harm caused by the new plastic and answer a pertinent question like,
"What's the point of switching if you're simply replacing one type of plastic for another?"
In India, where I come from, in place of plastic we are encouraged bring our own cloth bags or jute bags, while shopping.
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I can see Stephen’s luck turning in his favour. The florist with her magical touch turned the yellow into red roses of love.
It seems as if Stephen’s love was put to test and that it proved true. Hence, the magical change I gather.
It’s a beautiful narrative with apt dialog and description.
I have enjoyed the content and style .
Hi,
I can connect with the kind of rain you describe in this free style poem.
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It’s not the gentle kind of rain we had seen last night. There’s a feel of unrest about it as it tumbled down from the night sky.
There is what you have so aptly described “the flooding dissipation.”
A reluctant rain, when it falls, we cannot wait for it to cease letting the sun take over the earth.
Adjective phrases are used effectively, so the image of drenching rain is clear to me.
Hi Terry1!
This is an enjoyable tete-a-tete kind of story. You certainly told us a fine story combining it with what goes right with fiction.
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The writer's eye scans the scenario from the bar stool. A drink in one hand and an eye searching for details is appealing enough. Human beings are interesting just for the reason that each of them has story tucked in their lives.
Only an author could unearth it with his unique voice.
You are so right about characterization. Delving into a character's psyche takes time and effort.
"Where your story is set is important, do a bit of research into the place and time and put lots of description into each scene."
This is precious advice for aspirants like yours truly.
Thank you for a wonderful piece of writing.
Your style appeals to me.
It is a lovely story! I was completely absorbed while reading it.
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This sensitive story proves that love fills the sad hearts with its light. Where love is, there is joy. Helena and Sam just proved it.
There is a lyrical quality about the narrative style and flow. It as if you are taking us on a beautiful journey starting at the point of their love just blossoming.
The idea of not revealing the infertility issue is wonderful and novel. It is such a healthy practice not to let it out.
The story sounds credible because of the way in which your characters live close to reality.
Hello Stella,
this prose poem convinces me of life being beautiful and that there is nothing tiring about it.
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Hope is in the view we have of the world. It changes mood, state and vibe.
Future is something we can pin our hopes on.
I agree. There’s no rhyme or reason to feel “tired” of life.
I have enjoyed reading this appealing vignette.
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The short effective conversation between mother and child establishes the affinity and understanding between the two.
Dialog and description have an admirable balance that shows the end result with clarity.
The mother was puzzled at the thought-provoking question of the child. It is understandable because no one knows for sure if there is heaven. It exists in our imagination basing on belief.
I like the tone, the content and the compact composition of this poem on life.
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You made it quite clear that life is a fair game. Success or loss reflect the character of the player.
I can see the aspects that are of importance in playing the game of life.
A person’s background, values he /she is nurtured on and the strength and substance of his own self, determine the way he decides to play the game.
“Play the rules and you can win
Cheat and you are sure to lose.”
Personally, I prefer to play with rules intact.
“It’s up to you to choose.”
The above refrain certainly serves like a warning that one should think before throwing in the dice.
In this particular game, there are no exceptions. I appreciate that inherent truth.
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The misery of missing home and entering someone else’s is graphically and engagingly.
I gladly suspend my disbelief because anything happen returning after a hard day’s work.
The use of emoticons is special and apt to this poem.
Kudos to you for a sustaining sense of humour.
The welcome transition at the end from hell to heaven is smooth, natural and in keeping with the mood and tone of the rest of the poem.
It flows well with visual imagery and perfect rhyming.
Hello benji,
a very realistic account of the pain and misery of a writer feeling helpless before his keyboard.
No, definitely not hilarious to find one’s self delivered impotent by a fly, sweat and a lack of right rage to get the story to speak.
Even with a successful book on the shelf, writing seems a challenge.
If I face the question as to why this happens, a few things come to my mind.
A writer becomes unduly complacent after the first success.
Perhaps the interval is too long. Hence the laziness.
What I like-
The different excuses he finds to avoid facing the computer screen.
Attractive turn of speech and a style that draws me in.
Magdalene was one interesting and impressive character in the Holy Bible.
Her story tells us that nothing is changed as far as public women are concerned. Yet, her life and time has a lot to tell the present generation. Stamped as sinner, she wasn't responsible for the role she was given. It was her honesty that saved her from misery when Jesus showed her mercy and compassion. Hence her transformation.
Her place was pivotal to the Gardner.
Her belief in Him was immovable and so waited by the tomb. Then she saw Him after Lent having risen new and bright like the Sun that just rose.
You showed the whole episode in a new dimension and from the point of view of Mary Magdalene.
It flows well.
Kindly correct me if I haven't understood the poem properly.
Your strong belief and trust in God comes through clear and assuring.
The very title reflects it.
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The way you described your journey with God is both enlightening and inspiring.
Few have such strong conviction regarding faith in God.
Reading Sacred texts can be beloved beacon lights to help us know how to cope with everyday problems and improve the quality of word, thought and action.
“I have found that my life changes and gets better.”
Hello Isola,
Glad you coped with an early baby and that she is her own person now.
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A mother’s love is endless and matchless. This is a widely known fact. Yet each mother is unique. The way you cared for a child born so early is impressive and honest.
You cared for her like she is your second skin.
This well composed poem brings that out.
Now, your daughter has a right way to show her love.
I have enjoyed reading through your rhyming verse.
It flows well with visual imagery.
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