Love wears different hats at different ages.
From what I read in this spontaneous verse, I conclude that love is ever young, ever ready to be embraced.
I like the way you discussed love.
Lines like,
"We fall in love, and we don't know why"
We never pause to think about why love happens. This attachment above all other attachments seems more lasting than others do.
I glean that love appears strange too as it occurs at an age when you least expect.
The power of love runs deep.
Love is not taught in any school.
Nice poem about being individualistic though different. There is nothing to fear especially from fellow human beings in this world created by God.
You are talking about acceptance. Who accepts whom? We are all made in the same way. Those who cannot live with this truth are the ones that lose. Not others.
You stated certain things which do happen around us. Differences of many kinds. The most detestable being treating some with disdain because they come from different cultures and backgrounds or simply because they look different.
What made me stop by is the reflection of reality in this easy flowing verse.
I think it’s a great way to pass time staring around and sipping coffee perhaps peppermint flavoured.
Writing seems second nature to this person on the porch. Thoughtful and perceptive, she gets her daily dose of inspiration thus by watching people, using imagination and jotting lines.
You have made a great use of the prompt.
It flows well.
Have a wonderful, wonderful WDC Account Anniversary!
I call this a inspiration cum awareness poem. It is inspirational because it exhorts to appreciate and understand what you see, what you experience. It also makes us aware of slipping time and in that context how every day becomes valuable.
The reflective mood shows as to how much did we savor and enjoy while the time for the sun to stop shining and the well to dry approaches. Got to live with facts without fear. Fear does nothing to stop what has to stop.
"...the grin of small boys
Bouncing a basket ball?"
and the small girl's determination to
"...ride her bike unaided
Without training wheels."
are certainly more important things.
I found this engaging flash fiction in your port. My review here is for your WDC Account Anniversary.
Congratulations, as you usher in a new creative year at the WDC.
Have a lovely day!
I could see Sally's desperation to get the messy tangle of colours out of her hair. She does seem to represent the general longing to have great hair. The title strikes well.
The dyeing process was long and slow and ultimately, it turned out to be a mess. For a moment I felt pity rising for her and tell her, " Sally dear, just leave the hair as it is. Just be yourself."
Great story reflecting an irrepressible wish to look good.
I thoroughly enjoyed this description of what makes it weird.
I am Jaya and I am reviewing this crisp poem for your WDC Account Anniversary.
Congratulations!
Have a great day!
As I have started liking vegetarian food more than nonvegetarian, I find myself becoming partial to the vegetarians.
There's is an argument that meat and other associated dishes provide protein. I found out that there are a number of things other than meat that contain protein. Eating meat is no big deal.
"Body dead
Body sold"
Your word play is appropriate and thoughtful.
Your poem draws attention to more serious issues like hurting and killing animals and eating dead animals. That makes people almost cannibals.
I am glad I have stopped eating meat. Vegetarians, though weird to some, are actually peace loving folks.
"Healthy vegetables
Vegetables fresh
Fresh fruit
Fresh and sweet"
Parting with love especially in winter is graphically shown.
Imagery is of pivotal importance in this free style poem. Cold and warmth are juxtaposed to show what makes the other effective.
If he leaves it is unbearably cold making you go under,
"blankets, coats, scarves;"
All's vain until he returns.
"when he returns,
I am all the warmer"
You had let me have a feel of the cold and that of the warmth through this well composed poem.
The proximity with the loved one makes all the difference.
I find once again that this poem reflects reality. The companions are complementary in their choices and behaviour patterns as the situations in life demand. Yet, the focus is on love. Come what may, love is always the priority.
"No matter the ‘I love you’s’ that have been lies, I am not far behind
Look inside, I DO love you."
This is what happens after the couple travels a certain length of marital journey. After the initial spell of euphoria, time to look deeper, find the reasons for disharmony if there is any and set the record straight arrives.
You read the small print of marriage perfectly well.
Thanks for sharing. The couplets flow well with images of life in place.
Sitting on the fence is a great metaphor for living without contradictions. You will have no enemies. All peace and harmony. However, it’s difficult to convince all, all the time about not taking sides.
You say details are bothersome. Yet, details give us the end-all and the be-all of a situation. That gives us a glimpse of what lies in the edge.
You are right about being pushed. Few resist the pressure. It’s not easy to stay on the fence. It takes a person of strong will to stand unfazed under duress. But it’s still possible.
It’s a thought-provoking view.
At the end of the day, you are still on the fence. I am glad you are.
Hi Mina,
this sounds like a spring poem. It is filled with pretty flowers and beautiful butterflies.
My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary.
Congratulations!
Have a wonderful day!
This rhyming verse appeals to me because of the visual imagery you have used and descriptive details of the season.
“Marigold, Dahlia, Roses bloom,
There’s neither sorrow nor gloom.”
With flora and fauna active around, there’s no room for sorrow.
You have painted a colourful poem and it sounds like a tribute to nature, the soothing mother.
It’s my pleasure reading and reviewing this poem on seasonal change.
This review is for your WDC Account Anniversary.
Congratulations on entering a new year of writing at the WDC.
Have a lovely day!
You have brought out the winter charm giving way to spring and summer. As I visualise through your imagery, I find that every season has its own charm, use and freshness.
If winter speaks of rest, spring stands for rebirth.
Nature renews itself with fresh blades of grass, leaves and blossoms.
My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary.
Congratulations ushering in another year at the WDC.
Have a great day!
The little girl’s cry for her dad reaches out to the reader. The necessity for parents to attend to their children is shown through the child’s plea to her absent father. It certainly is a heart-melting appeal that comes through clear and loud through vivid images and befitting word choices.
Children of the same family may be of different characteristics. As you have pointed out there exist different levels of closeness among them.
Despite all that, they gather together when times demand, be it celebratory or any family functions.
It is during such occasions they recall childhood days and understand how connected they are now.
The affinity and care between them is special. They stand by one another. That is their strength.
Good families bring in strong societies, which in turn make the nation strong.
I enjoyed this prose poem of yours and glad to note the bond between brother and sister, the way it should be.
Life’s pages unfurl enchantingly. Enjoyed a whirlwind tour of every stage of a beautiful life. College years pass by experiencing excitement and novelty of a phase, tasting the age wisdom.
Kids and marriage, the years that melted like snowflakes, loss and sadness, unavoidable as to every mortal are shown in a heartening manner.
Life takes on a new shade, once again you find yourself free and independent.
I call this a complete life, the circle comes round.
You can certainly claim that “wondrous trait,” for you have earned it as I can see. You deserve more stars than you think.
Lovely poem with a spontaneous flow with visual images of life clear to my
mind.
Hello Fernella!
I find this fable quite thought-provoking. The importance of imagination is clearly explained in this story.
“Yes, now I understand. All I have to do is close my eyes and open my mind…..”
You also tried to show how to develop the craft of imagination. There’s no lack of adventure for those who mastered the art of flying into the fields of imagination.
This is an interesting account of the roof-making done by your brother.
I am impressed and appreciate your brother’s painstaking effort.
This is not a single man’s work. Yet, he tried.
If I were to do this, I would postpone the whole plan till the weather is dry and clear.
Please don’t get me wrong. It’s just my observation.
It’s difficult to lay concrete or attempt any masonry work during rainy weather. Best is to do construction work in summer.
I completely agree with your observations at the end of this nonfiction story.
Well narrated. It would help the reader if you bring in spaces between the paragraphs.
Hi,
I like your end decision.
Getting rid of anger is not so easy. But as you would, it is worth giving it a try.
Your short poem speaks a lot about anger and the result thereof. People shudder to approach an angry person.
we commit irrevocable mistakes when the mind is beside itself with anger. Faces turn red and expression, grotesque. OMG!
" can not let it affect me.
I have to do what is best."
Kingdoms are lost and people died because of uncontrollable anger.
Your poem inspired me to stay calm and never get angry.
I have enjoyed reading your poem on love.
It’s place among virtues is special and singular. This is an emotion which is widely shared by the human world.
Love has the power to eradicate vices of any kind.All the great spiritual masters served humanity with love.
A person can become lonely and desperate without love. So it is with the poor and the destitute.
In a few simple images you have made me feel the vital significance of love.
It flows well.
Here’s wishing you a wonderful WDC Account Anniversary.
Hi Tucknits,
Thank you for this favorite poem, which is easily my favorite too.
I love the informal and philosophic tone and the leisurely pace of this observation poem.
I live by the side of the road too and undergo similar feelings when I see people racing or randomly walking to their places of destination.
Sam Walter Foss has a lot to offer not only with regard to things that we as human beings should strive to cultivate but also the impressive way his muse moves.
The tone is that of an observer of outside world and of his own self.
It's both subjective and objective.
Completely absorbing with its flow and imagery.
"That the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away into night."
Lines such as above are sheer delight.
The poet's love for people is something I would like to adopt.
Thank you for a remarkable poem.
Innocence pertains to mind rather than to the body that perishes in the long run.
Yes, it’s also true that losing innocence in the way you mean is deeply hurting to the mind.
“Almost screaming for the innocence lost.”
The best remedy is to get lost in creativity that lets us conjure dreams of our liking.
Loved the word pictures you created and your ability to say plenty in a few words of depth and sincerity.
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