Great expression of feelings and love in particular. Love is essential for life like oxygen, without which life loses its inspiration. As you so well put it,
"its the feeling of love
the feeling we live for"
It is true that love embraces all. It is all-inclusive. It is not selfish or self-centered. It is not narrow either. Pain and suffering are part of life. what makes us survive through the buffeting winds of misery is love. That can make us weather any change good or bad.
" the struggles and pain
wash away in the rain'
How right!
Nothing matters if you have this sense of belonging, this quality of love.
Those lines of pain convey the unforgivable past. Yet, it gives no satisfaction. In fact, it enhances the misery and makes a person bitter and cold. The descriptive lines of a past rid with suffering for no fault show the bottled up anger quite effectively.
"Why did you do it all?
Why did you act as you did?"
You must have realized that we all act for our reasons of ego and anger. There is more of Satan in all of us than a saint. Your effort in curbing the negative attitude is brought out by "forgiving".
It appears tough to do that yet you did it. Congratulations.
I am really moved by this monologue that takes us to the past and brings us back to present. What a transformation! and all for good.
Hello Megan,
it is an absolutely an informative piece of writing. My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another year of great writing. Congratulations and a have lovely day!
The women you talked about are all lovable and powerful in their own way. Right from your mother, grandmother and great grandmother to women in the public eye to royalty and writers appear unique celebrities. This article is an appropriate tribute to women power. It shows that there is nothing that women cannot do if they so desire.
With an influence like that, there is no wonder that you can write so well.
Thanks for sharing thoughts on women of name and fame.
Breathing is all about knowing the world and self, they say. Controlled breathing with mindfulness allows me to know myself as well the world outside. It is this understanding, which matters most, no matter where we are, for human nature and mother nature are the same anywhere.
The economy of words in no way obliterates the profoundness of the theme, breathing and being in the present.
No wonder you insert being in love with breathing considering the vital value of it
"You, love, are the air that I breath
My life, my world, my everything"
However, it made you "hyperventilate". You got to watch it. Take a deep breath without emotion for a calm-down state.
You showed the subtle difference between healthy breathing and hyperventilating.
This is a confession of a strange kind. I like the tenor and texture of sentences long and lissome.
They remind me of my eighteenth century favorite masters of fiction and prose. Long and lyrical with literary devices such as alliteration and descriptive excellence in place.
This author cannot but be an author if I am not mistaken. Sometimes we hate what we love, kind of bitter-sweet connection.
"I cannot possibly be addicted to WDC"
For some reason I am truly mystified at this statement.
You say you lack "ideas". I doubt it because the one who likes the touch of pen to paper and the other associated tasks of the craft of writing, cannot possibly be anything but a writer.
All the best in your writing, "Tuesday".
And have a wonderful WDC Account Anniversary. You started in 2006 and still counting. Amazing!
The very fist line has a metaphor which is at once new and unique. This is the first time I have ever heard of life being addressed as "mud." Ironically, it is true that after life, the body is consigned to mud either by burial or by cremation. But that is another story.
As nothing happens to mud, the author finds it more convenient to compare to to a puddle which is either still or full of ripples.
I find the figure of comparison pretty thought provoking.
There is truth in what is said in this short but thoughtful aritcle.
Hello Alex,
this is such a sincere poem of love, it is so much like mine own moments of love's effect. My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have a lovely day.
The content flows smooth and strong like a gentle water fall. You have shown what it means to go through those feelings of love for the first time in life.
"But the feeling is so strong
and it bewilders me"
You have taken the poem on to imagine a life without her, which to me sounds quite logical. Love is like the vital oxygen to heart and soul, metaphorically speaking.
color blue is pleasant and simple. Yet it dominates. My review of this well written Nonet is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on being an active and creative member of the WDC community for another year. Have a wonderful day.
Your line on the sky being blue made me look up and found it truly soft and soothing to my eye.
"Sky, deep blue azure"
Shaped like a cut diamond, this poem threw light on the varied and many shades of color blue. Blue eyes are also my favorite feature besides clothes made in light blue.
Those fluffy blue clouds against the white of sky are so appealing and attractive. What about the blue sea? It changes to innumerable shades of blue if you watch through the day.
My favorite line,
"Our planet Earth shines bright with blue"
What a lovely story with a great message about honesty!
Justin's character is very close to reality. It is apt that the author used a nine-old kid as the finder of the book with a large dollar bill. Justin did the right thing by telling about it to his mother, who in turn did a great job by turning the book and money to the right owner.
They were duly rewarded, and I think it is in the order of things.
Setting-
Justin found the book in the right place. The setting in a bus is again very appropriate because people do lose things aboard a bus quite often.
Glad that Justin has the right kind of mother who understands truth and has no greed.
it is a lovely poem with which I can relate effortlessly. This review of your poem is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another creative year at the WDC. Have a beautiful day.
Each stanza makes sense to me, for that is the way one feels about love and companionship. It shows your deep feelings to the person concerned. You are almost addicted to him, his love, his presence.
"When I need love,
And need someone,
All I want to be with is you."
Every emotion and experience gone through seeks the support given by the significant other. Committed to love for life, there is no alternative to finding another way to relief and joy.
It is a beautifully constructed poem on simple lines with profound thoughts and feelings.
A beautifully crafted story of Albert Einstein's revolutionary breakthrough with the equation E=MC².
Even as seen from a dog's point it has not lost sense and entertainment. Dog's confusion is absolutely justifiable. Details of the "master" and his mutt are meticulously penned.
"He has his hands in the grey fur on his head. It’s curly and a little matted, like my own."
A fact told from the point of view of a dog sounds so appealing.
Of course I cannot understand the energy-mass-c2 elements. But I can see that Einstein came upon the most important equation on that night.
this poem sounds like she is country and he is a bit rock-n-roll type. They are two things but appear to blend well.
My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have a great day.
You did say it is "nonsense" verse. But, to me it makes sense albeit in lines that lack grammar. But then, that is part of the charm of poetry. Isn't it?
"Different we sweet"
You give the reader the job to decipher the meaning. I find the activity quite engaging.
Matching and agreeable combinations are always pleasant and intend to impart joy.
The last two lines provide the answer as to why certain things are created that way.
an impressive poem of deep thoughts of the past, a past that returns not. This review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on the occasion. Have a lovely day.
The empty bench under the colors of fall speaks of loneliness. This image speaks for itself and acts like prompt for the following verses.
It is a world without romance and the companion. A world given to ponder the past with striking indifference.
No longer bound by love.
Blown by the winds of dispassion, they found their individual destination.
Structure-
Impressive structure that suits the content of the poem, a long line tapering to a line of single word. It shows the gradual depletion of love to me.
I find rhyming remarkable. Form is commendable. Balancing content and form is rare feat of excellence.
I find this free verse composition quite thoughtful and thought-provoking as well. Its tone of having gone through several experiences to finally reach the conclusions you drew, comes through with clarity.
Congratulations on celebrating WDC Account Anniversary. Have a great day!
"In ourselves we have a world that meets the great beyond,
Out of pure being we are,"
Lines of like the ones above inspire me to think of the people outside without prejudice. They don't change. I can, by improving my vision of others and become more understanding rather than angry or happy.
"Out of pure being we are,"
Man is basically good. But "darkness" makes them afraid and hence the changes in personalities.
Your thoughts about the The Old Iron Bunk Bed in the Backwoods Christian Camp are charming and valuable for those who understand what peace and joy mean.
This review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completion of another year at the WDC. Have a lovely day.
I absolutely loved this descriptive essay on the summer camp where people gathered for relaxation, service and sports.
The lunch hour solitude and entertainment you find are a kind of relaxation for the body and mind. The woods near by add to the general feeling of contentment.
Clearly, this is a favorite haunt for you.
" I find the peace and serenity that I've come to associate with this camp."
It is a kind of path showing essay in which you have so well revealed, what we can do in times of restiveness or idle spending of time.
Hi,
I find your observations on love rather intriguing. This review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on being a creative member of the WDC for another year. Have a great day.
There are contradictory qualities of love, which you short listed here.
"There is nothing more meaningful,
And less significant,"
Love is not merely physical or expressive of evanescent emotions. It is much more and above the changing facets of life.
Love is nicely personified. You give human characteristics to an emotion that rules planet earth to great extent from times immemorial. No one can monopolize love. It is everyone's. Anyone who is capable of feeling its tremors in their soul, will have him for as long as they want. The moment you give up on him, he vanishes to fresh pastures.
Love is not merely physical. It dwells in body, soul and spirit. No matter you are brave or faint-hearted, love visits all. We need to welcome into our lives, into our hearts. Yes, you are right when you say it is addictive.
this is a touching story and I was pretty anxious for the little boy who got lost. My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations for being with the WDC for one more year doing your creative work. Have a wonderful day!
It is actually difficult for a small girl of eleven to look for her younger brother of five. Still I admire her nice way of dealing with washing his hands smeared in chocolate and getting him in line for the long hot day's activities arranged by their church.
Your description of her state of mind full of panic, when she noticed her missing brother is true to life.Full marks for her search and finding the lost child and soothing him very well. What a support she is for her small brother! I think the bonding between them became much stronger after the incident.
Told in flowing prose, the story is well narrated.
this is a thoughtful and enjoyable poem. I found it in Stormy's Poetry Newsletter.
It is a slice of life you presented in this appealing rhyming poem.
Each line shows the affinity and regard you have for each other besides love and affection. You both live the roles of a husband and wife team in the best possible way.
"You give to me, and I return to you
a love that always seems to be like new."
Isn't this harmony the charm of marital life?
"We pay the monthly bills and whack the weeds,
and then go out to plant some pansy seeds."
I can't miss the humor blended with realities that surround every household.
"This love we have is not a fairy tale."
I would say "This love" is more appreciable and definitely more interesting.
A beautiful write that flows well, with fine imagery and sparkling humor.
This short Thanksgiving lipogram poem is attractive and interesting. My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations for being a creative member of the WDC for another year. Have a wonderful day.
Appropriately, you started first with offering gratitude to God for this creation of species and life. You have a novel way of calling life H20(oxygen)
Food is mentioned as something special because without the sap of energy life cannot continue.
A short sweet poem excluding the letter "e". Well, that takes effort and concentration.
It is wonderful to see the shining apples of Topsfield, Massachusetts. My review of this nature poem is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another year at the WDC. Have a wonderful day.
It is not for nothing that Autumn is hailed as the season of plenty. The harvest and the Thanksgiving are memorable events.The festivals are justified by the reasons behind them.
Color and nature imagery is beautifully used to bring out the colors of autumn when nature relaxes as the harvest is done.
"Noting the foliage
Golden, orange, scarlet"
This acrostic on autumn is well written. Poetic style is appealing as is the imagery. It is visual and is close to reality.
I am truly stunned by the end result. This review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations for being an active member of WDC for another year. Have a wonderful Anniversary dear friend.
Mark's life in the woods is a rare kind. Man being social animal, it becomes tough to live alone. However, Mark I think is the hidden recluse in all of us. At some point, I think we do long to be alone without much noise around us.
Your description of his thoughts and his decision to go to town are interesting and very realistic.
It is a thing of irony that he encounters a ghost town with the residents being killed by aliens. Even if he needs society, it is not available, only inglorious death in the hands or at the "prominent canines" of a blood thirsty wolf.
Speaking of handkerchiefs I am eternally addicted to carrying one with me. Not tissue papers for me. There is no comparison betwixt the two.
Handkerchief pursuing the homeless guy makes a hilarious scene. The fine texture and the color blue are certainly attractive and there is no reason why the man couldn't retrieve it before the wind carried it away.
The pencil painting is equally nice.
Lines scribbled on the ludicrous pair are rhythmic and get the focus of my imagination.
Short lines scrolling down the page show the poet's urge, the value of his poems that remains permanent in the hearts of people despite death.
I come across reflections on aging and the diminishing stage of life, all but inevitable. What remains are the urge to write and die-hard poetic talent.
"The poet may age
and pass away
but what he writes
is here to stay."
The ultimate truth is pleasing though the strength is seeping away.
Imagery shows the effort and ease of fine expression.
An honest confession.
Lover misses beloved. Description of feelings is true to life. Watching someone you like from afar, stay in the shadow and keep appreciating her/his movements.
Real heart break is when you know someone you love banishes you from her/his company.
The final two lines bring up the aftermath of rejection. What a tangled web! Problem is when the you don't get direct about your feelings, I suppose.
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