Hi
I'm Cypress and I usually try to get into the mood of a persons writing. However, I found it difficult to relate to any of your "what If's:
That is probably because your what If's are probablyg relating to things you are involved in or people you are invovled with and in no way relate to things in my life.
I sometimes ask myselt things like that however, since they are directed to me I find no incentive to share them with someone else.
Hello
I'm Cypress and i read your "Love is a Blessing, Not a Regret."
It was a bit long and of course a monologue that made me wonder why you and the one you write about parted.
I somewhat doubt if the decision to part ways was mutual.
I hope you will let the above writing be a closure and then go on to find a new "someone". Closure is letting the past be past and getting a better attitude what lies ahead.
Or as my daddy said, "You can't grind any meal with water that has already gone down the stream."
I'm Cypress and I think your daughter was probably very pleased with your effort. it fulfilled all her request and was also a delightful thing for me an 81 year old to read.
It was well organized and flowed well from star to finish and I really loved your concluding thought.
Hello, I'm Cypress
I enjoyed your clear, consice and meaningful poem "Stay With Me."
Not many people like to be alone, really alone.
I think that having the right person, not just any person, to be with in good times and in bad.
For over 60 years I have never felt really alone even though Dorothy and I have been separated twice, for over a year. The first time when i did a tour of duty in Korea, and the second time in 1966 when I did a tour of duty in Vietnam.
Lonlinessd has often been a soldiers disease, but not for me -- not even when we were separated by half a world of distance.
Hi.
Thank you for sharing with me about your coffee shop turf.
A territory that was unknown to me.
I got married when I was a baby (18) and never had the time or inclination to kill time in a diner or coffee shop - and I don't ienvy those who do but I find your experiences interesting.
Thanks for sharing
The Cypress Creek Kid
I'm Clint and I was fascinated by your "Constant Undertows" and your masterful use of word pictures to compare emotions to a turbulent but frequently changing of the water in a river.
I liked the way you compared it to a personality in turmoil.
I'll read some more of your writing
The Cypress Creek Kid (Cypress Creek is a small gently flowing steam until the spring rains come).
Hello
I'm Clint. As a child I lived in the Ozark foothills and our home was quite a distance from the beaten paths. Whena thunder strom caught us away from the house we knew NOT TO be like dumb cattle - cattle always get under the three in the middle of the field.
Lightning loves trees. We would try to find a low place in the ground and then just sit there and wait until the storm finishes.
Many years later I heard the song "Keep Me Safe Until the Storm Passes By." Fell in love with the song.
We wern't afraid of the wind or the rain but on numerous occasions we saw what lightning could do to trees and anything under them.
The Cypress Creek Kid
Hi. I'm The Cypress Creek Kid and I agree with most of what you say in "Pretenders", I am hesitant to make any serious commitment to things I readf on internet. However, i do find the posts here at Writing.com are more reliable that on other sites.
I have approximtely three dozen short essays of one or two pages each but I'm hesitant to post them here or anywhere. So i have decided to print them into a book entitled "
"A Cypress Creek Kid's Letters" and already have some galley proof copies available.
Clint Brooks
The Cypress Creek Kid
PS. Cypress Creek is in south central Missouri, between Poplar Bluff and Doniphan.
I'm Cypress and I closely read and then re-read your "Cloudy". I had difficulty of getting the point of your article because it flitted like a butterfly between unrelated things.
I can empathize your difficulty you have in focusing and it shows in your writing.
I have approximatley three dozen short essays but am hesitant to post them here.
Regards and I'll try to read more of your items.
The Cypress Creek Kid
My handle is Cypress and I haven't written any poetry. I have written over three dozen short essays about interesting people but am hesitant to post them here, not because the stores are weak but because I'm not a poetic writer - I try to be a factual writer with little thought to form.
I recently realized this and so I come here browsing and looking at what others have written and how they have presented it.
I'm the kid from Cypress Creek in the Ozark foothills. I like writing about animals but don't care much for ravens they are prehraps what we hill folks call Crows.
When I was young we tried to shot them because they are very destructive to crops especially corn. We would plant the corn and as soon as it came up the crows would often pull it up to get the kernel that was in the ground. We were not very successful because the crows would have on in the top of a nearby tree to sound the alarm when we came out. Once in a while our aim was good and quoth the Rave nevermore.
So write something about Robins -- I know and understand them well and will review.
Cypress
I'm not usually engaged in reviewing. I read through your long "He Doesn't Mean it:" You were very descriptive and I easily got the picture but I didn't find anything of value in the Essay.
It did not show anyone getting wiser or changed in any way. I did not find anything in it to educated, encouraged or instructed me. So wondered about the purpose of the article.
I'm Cypress and I'm not experienced in reviewing free-verse poetry; I do like to read it for the messages that people share and I admire some of the unique ways of communicating thoughts.
I have not made any recent posts on my own page but have some things tored up that I am considering seeking comment on.
i enjoyed your psot.
Hi;
I'm pushing 80 and your essay about crayons and coloring books brought back precious memories of Christmas during my of our Ozark hills childhood. We would usually receive a box of crayons, sometimes a big box, sometimes a small one, the "we" meaning my brothers and I shared.
They had to last so we did not waste by sharpenign with a knife, we sharpened by coloring in fill areas using side of sharpened end.
I am not proficient in reviewing the TECHNICAL aspects. I read for wisdom, story, inspiration, information, ideas and humor.
I read your "sadness" No, I have never felt that way. Of course I have my moods but I usually banish the negative thoughts and find something positive to think about.
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