A nice tightly written short story that wants a novel to back it up. How can we be introduced to such intriguing characters and not be left wanting more. Woven through out the plot is an air of mystery and foreshadowing for greater things to come. So where is part two?
A wonderfully complex poem, there is a lot going on here yet it is easy to read. The pantoum form is nicely woven into the main plot. It is all very well done and has a unique story telling style which really ties everything together. The last line of the first stanza is my favorite, it also provides the foreshadowing needed to pull the reader into the story. The explanation of the pantoum form did heighten my enjoyment of the poem, it all made perfect sense.
A wonderful fairy story of knights and battle and true love. The simply story line caught my attention when a women rode into battle to safeguard the one she loves. The happy ending was appropriate for this dreamlike story. I think we would all like to lives such a vision of happiness.
This rather sad poem captures a cold life lived without a home or shelter. Abandoned and alone the main character is doomed to wander without rest.
The rhyme and rhythm are nicely accomplished in a uncomplicated straight forward manner. My favorite line is the last. It implies a degree of hope which in death may reward the spirit.
Hmm... I can only say-- Its great! What a story. The surprise ending still has me still thinking. How sad it was to find that the attractive main character proved to be so damaged and disturbed.It was painful reading when she threw the man of her dreams out the door. All along I thought it was this stranger she had invited into her home that would be the cause of trouble.
Excellent work! The first stanza attracted my curiosity and the second stanza pulled me in. The poem reads exceptionally well and I raced through it to see where it was going. I was not disappointed. The ending is worthy of all the suspense built up in the body of the poem. Both gruesome and scary, I liked it.
I can feel the great dance of life swirling about me as I read your poem. Its a wonderful piece and captures the moving form of a dancer in motion. I am thinking ballet as a subject but I am sure any form of dance would fit. I really liked the structure of the piece and my favorite line is the last.
A tragic poem and a event more terrible than a more merciful God would allow. It all seems so senseless when children are the target of some twisted mind. We tell our children there are no monsters but of course it is all a lie and it is all the worse because the worst of them look just like us.
Knowing nothing of bowling your piece fueled my curiosity and keep me reading to the end. I am sure a work like this will be most fully appreciated by those who are familiar with the sport. However, knowing little of bowling I still enjoyed this well written poem.
A shower has never received such glory as this. Well written and constructed. Seems to me to be a complicated piece of work, a simple premise, and a surprise ending. What more could one want from such a scrappy piece of poetry as this.
I suppose ravens are, in general, not too friendly although I have know a few who were otherwise. Your short poem was captured this magnificent bird very well. Aloof and unconcerned about what we may think of them, they will not even sing a song for us.
There is an ineffable quality to all your poems that attracts me and this is no exception. Simply, it is an excellent poem. It rhymes in a way reminds me of a meandering stream off in the deep woods. All the right words are there and in their proper order. Did I say your descriptions are wonderful, well... there-- I said it; almost as good as your first stanza which is brilliant. I wish I had wrote it.
"For the legality of our souls lay
In the foundations of Godly truth"
It got my attention immediately. I had to read more. The moral nature of war is a subject long debated. There is no morality to be found there many would say. But in the defense of freedom I am on the side of those who defy tyranny by all means necessary.
Ah, very well done in a frightening sort of way. "Behind the doors" indeed, there lie dragons, all the horrors we shut away from our waking minds. But they are never really banished are they, only waiting and lurking for remembrance.
A complicated and well constructed poem; well written.
The suspense was as compelling as the description of the storm, I began to feel the cold and wind just sitting here reading the story. A good moment to consider our mortality and all the meanings of life. I like to think the main characters made it out of the storm and brought the rest of us with them.
A complicated, painful poem. I had to read it carefully to fully understand its meaning. The structure is tricky to pull off but I do think you accomplished it. The last stanza was a nice finish. Still, I am left wondering why she/he had to wait. The "wicked queen" reminds me of a sailor in love with the sea or rum or both.
Hmm.. I have read this piece over a few times and I think I am lost. I am not quite sure if this was a self inflicted gunshot wound or not, I think it is. But why, was the wife the one with the affair?
I'm not sure. I did like reading it, it just remains a mystery to me, in a good way. Alas, I am no good a subtle clues.
The golden years, the winter of life. A topic as old as life its self. Somehow we don't seem to examine the haste of our youth as thoroughly as the waning days, perhaps the beginning goes by to fast to note that once we were young and perfect, not till the ending.
It is... well-- a bit confusing. Perhaps that is because of the format of the contest it was written for. None-the-less I enjoyed reading it. It is like a short mystery without the rest of the book attached. A fine beginning for a larger work, it just wants something more.
Love and whiplash, somehow they do appear to have a lot in common as I think about the painful composition of this poem. Each word here seems filled with longing for the light only love can bring. A hard and edgy ode to our hearts desire. Where are they... the ones who are supposed to care? Is it all just a selfish journey?
Ah, a wonderful, sweet tale for a hard world without happy endings. I am always glad to read a story of positive inspiration that stands the test of time. Happy children, their artwork and dreams all conjured by a talented future mother. It cannot be so long ago, can it?
I spent many years sailing the seas and I am always enchanted by a well told story of the ocean's song. Standing on the bow of your ship with all the emptiness of wind and wave before you, or else upon the sand where water and land contend for their of measure of space. Thanks for the memories and visions of days to come.
A poem within a mystery dancing the ancient waltz of life. Who is that man on the hill? I would like to know. Verse, rhyme, and composition its all good, I would not change a thing. The spirit of mysticism clings to the air within the poem and got my attention immediately. I was fascinated by the liminal quality of your words. Well done.
Having never seen the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's this piece caught my attention. Nor have I reviewed a movie synopsis/review before but your enthusiasm caught be up in the first few lines. You did a wonderful job describing the film, its convoluted plot, and its talented cast. Now I will have to see the movie as soon as I can.
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