Change of plans to make both feel at home.
Anticipation to eat out turns more enjoyable to be alone and cooking dinner.
Imagery is stunning.
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I don't know about the political side of this poem but the social side certainly is enticing.
Her demands are understandable. Utter privacy and enjoying dinner being cooked for two seem to set tone to a differently romantic evening. Walking barefoot in her kitchen is what she wants.
I hope you have started following the writing plans you have drafted so well.
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Your Dear Me is a great way to look at your writing career from an objective point of view. You took yourself to task and reprimanded for what has not been done. I ask you soft-pedal on self if you could. I can see there are several inconvenient situations that might deter your writing. However...
The goals you have are praise-worthy. I am inclined to take a leaf out of your example, if you don't mind.
Yes, I agree that writing needs constant practice or else Muse threatens to leave me.
Hi Holly,
nice reading about your ponderings with regard to your grandpa's book case and the ornaments made of massacred elephants collected somewhere in a "in a distant land."
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I see you as a young 6 year old and later at an age, when you paused to think of the elephants.
" African elephants had been killed to craft these souvenirs for tourists.'
Indeed that is the sad fact of attracting tourists.
But the fact of your noticing these hidden hurting of the animals, shows your sensitivity towards them and the awareness of cruelty involved therein.
Only on the day we give up love for fancy artecrafts, such cruelty could be avoided.
Language and style are the bonus points for the reader.
This story has a twist in the tail. Unbelievable! Yet you show the proof too. So I am ready to suspend my disbelief.
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Well, well, what do we have here. Bears in the Yellowstone? Not uncommon. So I guess those pictures of bears roasting marshmallows looked like a figment of imagination. Yet you made it credible because a Nikon cannot possibly create them by itself.
Slave life is mirrored in this story of ancient China.
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Lives of the poor and undefended are depicted in detail.
The man in power always exploited the weak and the poor.
Women were easy targets now and always.
The girl's plight is shown in detail. Their working conditions could not be worse.
There is no messiah in sight and it seems as though the misery of life is endless.
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It is true that we forget to give importance to our own point of view while trying to oblige others. This had happened with me. But now no more.
I have learnt to learn from the negative aspects that often cross my path in life.
I follow the saying that everything is good for you, be it negative or positive.
The most valuable asset to a person is confidence born out of knowledge.
So check your facts before suggesting something you think is a generous offer, is what I learnt from Craig's experience. Appearances are deceptive more often than we give them credit.
She worked like a normal barmaid and looked young. Yet owns more than one pub.
""She's the boss here and she owns three other pubs down the road, " he said laughing. "I reckon she could support you better than you could support her!""
Prompt words find appropriate contexts of use.
Setting, dialog and description take the story forward.
It runs smoothly.
So it is with me. The so called ordinary things are precious blessings.
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Life doesn't feel good if we don't have it filled with what appear to be "ordinary things.'
This ordinariness teaches us the value of bonds, love and lasting relationships and family values. As life flows on, these routine things are remembered by the members of the family. They recall and rejoice in revisiting, or going down the memory lane.
"Blessed am I to collect a child’s hug,
And hear a small voice say I love you."
Silence is welcome both in happy and sad situations.
Hi, I am jaya and am reviewing this very vocal poem on silence for your WDC Account Anniversary!
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In my experience, I have seen few people enjoying silence. As you have so perceptively pointed out, "The silence comes now and then.
I enjoy it when it comes.."
Silence is beneficial, so is company. We live as we believe. A time for silence and a time to share love and music and later contemplate on divinity.
Silence is shown as it linked with various phases of life.
This poem makes me think of the deeper shades of silence and l like them as they unfold.
I know what it feels like being rejected and then feel frustratingly helpless.
At the cross roads of life unlike the physical situation, no one tells us to take a certain direction. It's up to the individual to decide on the way in which he or she has to go.
I also believe we should not carry the burden of past to the present. New beginnings are there everyday. We need to identify them as you have done with writing.
I hope this next decade brings you success and satisfaction.
A rant from a heart full of hurt and helplessness.
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I am reviewing this very transparent poem of high emotion and broken heart.
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A personal poem that speaks of the travails of marriage and the marriage partner. Marriages are a gamble. Like bridge players, we get the kind of cards we least expect, which we need to play while the game lasts.
A marriage that starts on a happy note turns sour after years of knowing each other inside out. Sometimes the balance is gone and the partners drift away from one another. Time and understanding alone can heal such breached bonds.
I hear the ring of sincerity and a wish to be heard in this flow of pained feelings.
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Time is personified and it is shown to be on the run.
Time waits for none. Past and present weave into future. Time is a blur, an ephemera, a thing that knows no steadiness. It is the be-all and end-all of life. Time sets standards from age to age and dictates people to follow the rules of passage.
Time alone can decide the destiny.
Time is lord, time is God.
It runs the universe. It is the creator, keeper and killer. The wheel of time never stops, for life and time are intricately unified.
Hi,
I can relate to this article because my country (India) is essentially agricultural.
The farmers of both small and big holdings suffered immensely in the past. They weren’t fully equipped with necessary fertilisers, seeds, irrigation or implements for harvesting and marketing their produce.
As you rightly pointed out, getting tools and preparation take their toll on the planter cum producer in addition to sudden rains and floods.
“He is helpless…what he could.”
The village lords and middle men used to interfere between the farmer and the buyer. He never got deserving profits.
Things changed presently.
The Govt. banned the old practices, and middlemen disappeared to a large extent. Supply of seeds, fertilisers are within the cultivator’s reach.
To his relief, now, the buyer comes to the crops to buy directly and and the cultivator gets the price.
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I am Jaya reviewing this appealing rhyming verse.
The title-
It pulled me into reading and then reviewing this poem of reminiscence.
Content-
Memories of mother invading the son’s mind are vividly brought to the reader via the images of winter snow and its vocal silence.
Feeling the “root so strong and solid” under the thick layer of snow suggests the sustaining bond that exists between the son and his mother that “passed so long ago”.
I have similar sentiments about my mom who parted from us recently. Needless to say that it’s a shock that continues.
I realise a mother wields immense influence over her children long after her demise.
A significant line-
“ a star peeks through my wooden roof…in answer”
To me, it looks as though in the wink of the star, he and many others like him are reminded of their happy days of childhood mostly made by mother.
In conclusion-
By penning the portrait of a mother in a deceptively simple and a clearly visible poem, you made me strongly aware of my own dear mom.
Thank you for a touching poem. It flows well right into my heart.
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I think your poem represents the exact way in which twenty twenty was reflected in our lives.
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Coming to details, this free style poem says it all about the virus that arrived in our lives and left us after its devastating effect on the whole world.
Life, all over the globe turned topsy turvy and it took its toll of humanity as a whole.
"Twenty, twenty, the virus has spoken
Leaving everyone devastated and broken"
Its quite a vocal poem on the disaster that left us still limping back to normalcy. We do live in fear of its reappearance in our lives.
However, we also live in the hope that we will never see a year of its kind again.
Rhyming and rhythm are the highlights of this verse.
Hope you are doing fine. This contest entry got my attention because I am a big fan of nature, its flora and fauna.
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Your title is quite appropriate and arresting. Sunflowers are truly sun worshipers. Their bright yellow color and their faces to the sun justify the title.
"Each summer’s morn, their lovely heads
Turn to face the sun and follow it"
Imagery is visual and the word choices are just the right suitable ones.
This is a wonderful example of what the Indian Culture says about trees. The trees that we plant, even if it is just one, is equal to ten sons. It never disappoints. It provides cool shade, particularly in summer, gives rest and lets the birds build their nests. In fact, it dedicates its entire life in helping others. Environment turns fragrant around trees.
Annette's dad did a great service to arbors (trees) by treating the twig he got with care and affection. He planted and took care of it and loved it like a son. Its growth is an example of his love for it.
This is an inspiring story for those who want to grow more trees, and for some, to start planting trees and taking care of the same.
Surprising how a millionaire behaved like a pauper and borrowed money from ordinary day to day people.
I think they do get some kind of thrill by rubbing shoulders with the ordinary folks. Loneliness being up there could be a reason.
This flash is a short observation on a rich guy's psychology.
No wonder they anticipate their money soon to be paid back although by what means I don't know.
The way summer and autumn discuss the art and artifacts of human beings makes me think of the sensible points they raise.
The line between the past and present is clearly shown regarding building shelters. Art is completely different. It sustains through ages and remains alive in some form or the other.
Summer has a chance to observe people because they are out in the open in this season.
Autumn makes them huddle inside their houses so he can't have a closer look at them.
The debate is well maneuvered between the two that includes gestures and facial expressions.
Personification is fetchingly used to bring out the features of seasons and man.
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I appreciate the place of importance that an old cooking spoon is given. While the modern thinking would throw it out considering its age and shape, there are few others like your family, who would treasure it for the next of kin.
This goes like a story maintaining a good narrative style. Of course, you owe it all to the grandmother whose love and passion for cooking large meals for the hungry folk.
So, when you look at the spoon, your are looking at your grandma metaphorically. It is a great reminder of duty and devotion, to say the least.
I found this moving poem in your port and my review of it is for your WDC Account Anniversary.
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Remorse at the death and reminiscing on its past life are vividly expressed.
"Such memories are just a lost goal.
Time has extracted its certain toll."
Everything in life is subject to change. Nothing is forever. These thoughts cross my mind as I visualize the stump of the old tree.
Consistently constructed on rhyming couplets, this poem is a winner due to its visual imagery and the very human longing to have the past back. If only...
Rhyme and rhythm go hand in hand. Line endings and word choices have a great appeal.
I am sure it doesn't feel odd to be old.
Another stage like any other stage in life.
Nothing more nothing less, just equal.
Like at every age old age too has it positive and negative points, thought being young at heart helps a lot to stay cheerful. Isn't winter charming in its own way?
I like the casual and laid back tone of this free style poem.
You are right. The blessing of old age comes with a price i.e, living a clean life.
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