I am impressed by your unspoken feelings of love to your beloved. My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have a great day.
Poetic style-
The first thing that appeals to me is the way you expressed those inner thoughts and feelings of love. Yes, it would be your doing if you do not tell her those important words, "I love you."
The stages of this restrained love are well shown. It sure feels beautiful to feel the rhythms of love everyday as you see her.
And then it becomes a burden to carry the load of love without sharing it with the one person that matters.
Hello Chris Breva,
this is an interesting story. My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on being an active writer for another year at the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
This man with a stash of marijuana, is lucky to have escaped with ease from the police custody. Carrying drugs is as much a crime as any other. Yet, the officer was good enough to let you go.
It is equally curious that he attended to your wishes and finally dropped you at your destination.
You told the story in a manner that engages the reader very well indeed. Narration and dialog help me understand the events. Language and style posed no problems for me.
I can see the sense this poem makes. My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing yet another active year at the WDC. Have a wonderful day1
Theme-
Philosophic and a bit remorseful about the changing phases of life.
"I wonder where my life has gone
And how it will end."
"I wonder of the good days"
It has a thoughtful mood and a quiet pondering tone about the observations you made in the "peach farm."
Poet's eye studied the surroundings and reflected on them. The pelicans made her feel positive about future and there is expectation of a happy future.
Imagery is all about the peach farm and the poet surrounded by a stream of thoughts and expectations.
Hi Winchester,
I find this story interesting and thought-provoking.
I think Boris is working for some bad guys and not aware of what they intend to do with the young woman he was supposed to inject with maybe something lethal.
It also appears to be a case where right people met in the wrong place. The girl on the bus and Boris have an instant affinity and could not take it further for individual reasons.
Descriptions, internal thoughts and contemplation are interesting studies. Each lost in his own mind and failed to relate to one another.
The two catch lines are regarding the blue spider and the injection to be administered in the neck of the suspect.
Nothing is solved. Yet, it makes a great read by itself. Mention of the Prague and the strange accent only add to the reader's curiosity.
Hi Freedom,
this poem on love caught my eye and here I am reviewing it. My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have a great day.
Your description of love is a departure from the usual practice of describing it. It is more open and more real.
"keeps my voice quiet
and makes me feel sick"
this is way it was for me when I first recognized love. It takes time to get used to being in love. It kind of clips us from being too free and independent. I can see the way it affects you as well.
Imagery-
The girl who was so far carefree suddenly, becomes quiet and subdued. Life too changes and your concentration is more on the person who stole your heart from under your nose. It floors you and the only way to react is to keep silent and feel the fear of losing it.
this is an unusual self reflection that attracted me. My review of this contest entry that won a huge award-icon is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have a wonderful day!
Nothing like being a part of nature. Be it a flower or a blade of grass tossing and enjoying affinity with nature gives pleasure immeasurable.
" I wish I could be among them, a part of their wild roots."
Wild flower-
to me it speaks of unbridled freedom, joy that crosses the borders of the world and beauty that is ethereal and otherworldly. A flower is still a flower, delicate and delicious by whatever name you call it.
So, if someone compares you with a wild flower, it should be a matter of joy and not of doubt.
However, I like the way you launched a debate on being a wild flower.
A wonderfully woven poem on the swallow perching on the edge of a broken dream.
"He came upon a swallow;"
These lines remind me Oscar Wilde's The Happy Prince. Once lived in luxury and beauty, the prince suffers from remorse and the stony cage made of gems and gold.
This poem has a reverse theme that vibrates with a positive outlook. The man was lured from the suicidal edge of a broken dream and wanders back to life, thanks to the singing swallow.
The extended simile is just apt and its poetic rhythms have a reaching out effect.
"As deep as open seas, where
Sailors young and old and free
Drowned sorrows in despair."
Past is dead and buried
and a bright future beckons.
Hello Intuey,
As always it is a pleasure to read your poetry, rhymed or free verse.
My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on having completed yet another year at the WDC. Have a lovely day.
Cyclone is a great metaphor for a person's turbulent state of mind in the aftermath of death and loss. The specter of loneliness and pain of missing a dear one is aptly compared to the raging cyclone.
"It's all about horrid death."
Mental peace is in a shambles and the physical state is beyond redemption at least for as long as the cyclone continues its deathly dance.
"leaving me stunned and undone.
Thoughts of you left me craze."
The misery of loss and missing of a loved one have to subside by itself like the cyclone ends its disastrous impact.
Rhyme and rhythm are splendid. Word choices and imagery are apt for the chosen topic.
It is an incredibly interesting story. It has several themes to it.
The daughter's question-
It is the daughter who launches the search for her mother's past life. So we plunge along with her into the labyrinths of the past.
The Father-
Her father has nothing to say except losing temper when the past is raked by his daughter. The readers get more curious as to the kind of character the mother was.
The girl's saga to finally reach the truth about her mother took her through many turns and twists before landing at the address given by Lydia who knew the past of Carol Ann, the girl's mom.
Here the tragedy begins. Her search for truth took the life of Andy.
Carol Ann's story is one of impossible love.
I think it is a story that certainly warns those who try to uncover past out of curiosity and an unstoppable desire to "know". It is better to let bygones be bygones.
A very sensitive of poem on love that was. Yet, it lives in memories. But alas, those memories have a way of being erased by time, the tyrant.
"Growing dimmer
This memory
Of once having
been loved."
The state from loving company to complete loneliness is well shown in this free style poem. The format speaks of the confused consciousness and the struggle to get back to life.
Fingers running through hair. This figure is well exploited to show the difference between now and then. Change happens in a second but adjusting to change takes forever.
Imagery is visual and sadness carried through clear and sharp.
It flows well.
Dragon James did the right thing at the right time.
A child's point of view of his father is well presented in this free style poem.
Dad is hero to many of us and we do take pride in emulating him for as long as possible.
Yet, time erodes that idealism somewhere along the line of life to plunge us into the depths of harsh realities.
"his dad became
a mortal man
not so smart
and not so strong
and not so perfect
anymore"
However, impressions made at a tender age last longer than we expect and Dragon James is no exception to that observation. Now he has to wear his dad's shoes and it is only appropriate that he orders "poached eggs and corned beef hash."
That's wonderful Nick. You told a real good story that effortlessly pulled me along all the way to the end. So this is what happens at the gambling place. Good that you noticed how you have been losing money while others took advantage of your skill at throwing darts.
The wind changed the moment it dawned on you that you yourself could be the lord of the ring. Great.
"... after that night most Thursday’s ended up with me taking them on for money and me usually coming off best."
Told in a conversational style, the story gives good visuals of the bar near the Catholic club. Descriptive passages are interesting.
Shock at the unexpected death of a friend is well expressed here in this poem with mono-rhyme. No wonder that life is described as a drama and men and women, mere actors. We act our part and depart forever. Another universal truth no doubt.
However, certain kind of shocks can stun to the extent that it takes time to come over it like the death of Kim.
"Just last week we took a walk
By the beach"
and in another week she lay in a "coffin."
What can be more unbelievable?
Indeed, we should cherish friends and dear ones while we can.
Active brain that goes restless is shown here. Like a lake where the water is ever in endless gyres, her brain has thoughts that never stop rotating. Brain is an independent organ. It has a will of its own.
"I beg it to stop, but the whispers keep coming."
They can worry us to no end. Unless we either check the thinking or diverting it from one thought to another it keeps slamming back.
"The whispers
Laugh."
The torture is clear. A never ending hell. Sleep is disturbed. A frightening situation.
Free style poem appeals with its structure and descending order of the lines.
Simple cruel facts well expressed.
A lovely confessional kind of poem. once bitten twice shy? I understand the fear and hesitation to dare again. Imagery shows the hesitation born out of disillusion in the past. But there is nothing like getting away from attraction or instant love. It may sometimes lasts longer, no one can say.
"So I stand afar, where I know it’s safe'
Poem has allusion to Brutus. Comparing love to Brutus? But Brutus had different motives, mostly political.
It flows well with well chosen words and rhyme and rhythm.
True reflections of love and passion.
Delicate expression of a delicate situation.
Imagery brings out the romance under the old oak.
"under oak and in the imprint of leaves
on the back of your thighs."
Words and word pictures paint the passion in a pleasing way.
sensory and sensuous.
This poem strikes me as one written while observing various situations including your own. My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on being an excellent writer at the WDC. Have a great day.
The verses make me think of life and its quirky ways. A person's condition as the body is in the process of slowly shutting down. Surprisingly, mind is sharp and alert to the outside events.
"Wicked
and enduring
at the black edge of my consciousness."
Your reflections on life and its futility finally, are the essence of experience and sharp intake of what is happening around and the thoughts thereof.
There is a cold contempt in observations.
The first two stanzas are devoted to self and others respectively.
From the third stanza onwards you talk about your opinions about body and mind. while one decays, the other is surprisingly sharp.
this sweet romantic poem attracted me and my review of it is for your WDC Account Anniversary.
Congratulations for being a dynamic writer at the WDC for another year. Have a lovely day.
This poem shows the depth and passion of the poet for her beloved. There is nothing she likes better than being close to this person all the time.
"I would know all of you
I would never let you go"
It sounds like sweet summer romance when the sun is bright and nights passionate.
However it seems like an everlasting love, for the souls of the two are committed to one another.
After reading this poem, I went to google Lizzie Velasquez and found some amazing facts about her.
Her courage to withstand staring and commenting is truly inspiring.
This poem is a wonderful tribute to this extra ordinary personality. Her ability to stay alone and clean her house and office during the corona pandemic is worth emulating.
This true-to-life poem shows how things changed with her when people realized her true grit and courage mainly.
"And their eyes cleared for a moment
(Seeing the beauty of your courage),"
At least they had the sense to recognize her beauty of courage.
Thank you for sharing. Imagery helps me to understand the way her life shaped up.
Children are so resilient and hardly know what sadness could be. But this little child, torn between separated mom and dad surely suffers because he would definitely want both of them in his life. yet, for various reasons things are not easy for all kids.
You have shown us that both parents love the child and spend as much time as possible with him.
The father's condition is almost serious as he has been suffering from a terminal illness.
you raise some curious questions about dreams, the new and old me and God in that order. They are thinking questions not mere surmises.
My review of this free verse is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations! Have a great day!
Dreams and the stuff with which they are made melt away if we naturally evolve being realists. That would open our eyes about the truth about dreams and self and God too.
You are right about the fact that there is but one reality, the reality of God and nothing else besides. Dreams dissolve, only He remains.
you are lucky to have a brook behind your house and that you listen to its voice perhaps everyday. Your detailed description of the brook's adventurous meanderings has me in thrall. I am sure it inspires pleasant contemplation besides creating delightful verses like you did.
"Where the sky is so blue
And the grass ever green"
This poem has remarkable visual images including those of nature and the world of man. The brook covered ups and downs as it passes through various levels of land. It is like the river of human life going through a variety of experiences.
reflections on nature are spellbinding. Each word picture you created is beautifully visualized by me. I can see what you mean when you felt that people should take time to listen to the music of nature instead of the blast of raucous sound and the mad dancing that goes with it.
You are right in saying that we should spend more time outdoors enjoying the various colors and quality life created for us.
"the sun on flowers and at rainbows arcing over a yard sprinkler and experience that sweet shiver of pleasure of all the things man did not create."
I cannot agree more. I feel the blue of the sky soothing to my sight and the touch of wind is pleasant to my mind.
I do feel like speaking to trees and flowers.
In fact nature wipes away fears of any kind like fear of regression etc.
I enjoyed this little vignette full of visual imagery.
this piece of nonfiction is a proof of your love and affection for the family. Christmas gathering at home is a great reminder of the bonds of love with friends and family. It is a great time to celebrate togetherness with the near and dear.
You have a fine view of looking at the children and finding similarities between them and those who departed.
" I see all these kids, including my own and realize that Dad, David and Angie are not really gone."
I think we should believe that everything that happens has a reason for it. That thought is consoling and takes away the edge pain and sorrow of missing departed members of the family.
Your final thoughts are sensible and soothing.
" As I get ready to leave, I see their pictures on the living room wall and smile. Comfort takes the place of pain. Joy takes the place of sorrow."
Language and style appeals to me. It is a well organized article.
Let me wish you a very Happy WDC Account Anniversary! Have a wonderful day.
it is a wonderful Christmas story. I could nor resist reviewing it. My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulation on turning one more year at the WDC. Have a lovely day.
The main attraction for me in this heart-warming story is its descriptive power. Imagery you used is visual and spiritual as well.
"When it was time to start, Santa’s eyes lit up like candles.....Then Santa and the elves carried the toys out in sacks..... The stars twinkled in the cold night sky while the elves harnessed the reindeer, ...."
I found this quite interesting because of the attention given to details.
The way you split Santa and Mr. Clause is reasonable, for they serve two different zones of the earth delivering gifts to the children of both North and South hemispheres of the world. That is quite thoughtful.
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