Well done. As I read your poem, I was reminded of my grandmother telling us to "make a colorful plate". Doing so helps you get a variety of foods and nutrients.
Reading this aloud was fun. The flow was excellent.
I love this! As I read it aloud (the only way to read poetry), I almost felt forced to look within myself.
I would suggest that you take advantage of being able to list 3 genres for your works. You never know how someone will be searching for something to read.
What a fun discussion between siblings. It's always good for the eldest to try to teach thibgs to younger siblings, especially if they do so somewhat kindly.
As I have said many times, I admire people who can write a complete story in so few words.
Welcome to Writing.com, Emberly Gray. I hope that you are having a marvelous time here, in the place where I have been for 24 years.
I enjoyed reading your poem aloud, the only way any poem should be read. That gives us the ability to better realize if we have any places that make the reader stumble. I found nothing serious.
I could not write about winter this way, as I have hated it since I was 3 years old. Some of my best years were when I escaped to FL and TX, away from harsh winter.
Thanks, Zane Voss . Your story evokes emotions and should make people think. Should humans be shot for hunting animals, even if they are nearing extinction? Are animals really better off in animal reserves? We are each left to ponder.
My only suggestion would be to use though instead of "tho".
What a great story. I have always hated snow, from my earliest childhood memories. I loved living in FL and TX. My son saw snow for the first time as a teenager when his church youth group went to Colorado to ski.
Thanks for sharing your story, winklett . I realize that it was written a number of years ago, but still my heart aches for you. Your poem showed love, fear, resilience, even perhaps some amazement at the child with which you were blessed and the fact that our Creator knew that you would be able to handle this situation.
I've spoken with a few moms who have had similar situations. My own son was almost an adult before we learned about what they called Aspergers at the time. As an adult, he chose to not have that that label attached to him, opting instead for admitting to having anxiety, lots of fears and OCD.
I love your title, and I think that many moms could embrace it.
You shared quite a creative and personal item here. Good for you. I am certain that it will speak to many.
I doubt that many people actually want to trade lives or circumstances with us. Dealing with breast cancer myself and now a small nodule in on lung is not fun. Bit I would still choose my life over my neighbor who is dealing with pancreatic cancer.
Thanks for reminding me that I still have many things for which I am thankful.
I'm a title person and I absolutely loved your title. Ramblings I understand. But being verbose did get me a job with a newspaper years ago. Letters to the editor were supposed to be under 500 words. My 800 words resulted in frequent guest columns and eventually netted me a job. I started out as the editorial assistant and ended up being the community news editor. Boy, oh boy, the young'ns just out of college were not pleased that a lady twice their age with no journalism classes had such a job.
But enough about me. I thoroughly enjoyed reading your words of wisdom. They reminded me of when Paul told everyone to give thanks IN ALL THINGS, not because of them. So even in times of trial, we have reasons to rejoice.
I'm reminded of that every day now as I deal with breat cancer and now have a small nodule in one lung.
I hit the "Read and review " button and to my surprise, I discovered a poem that you shared 12 years ago that had no ratings. We'll have to change that.
I'm a title person, and I loved yours. We used to have two cats that sat in the kitchen window trying to lure the birds into their lair. (They didn't quite understand that the birds couldn't magically walk through the walls or the windows.)
I enjoyed reading your poem aloud, as all poetry should be read. And I enjoyed refreshing my memory about the construction of a villanelle.
Welcome to Writing.com. I'm glad that you joined us. I've been here 24 years myself and it has been quite the safe haven for me.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading about your love for your mother and what she means to you. It's important that we let them know. I lost my mom a number of years ago and I'm still not sure that I told her enough how special she was to me.
Thank you!!!! I absolutely LOVE malted milk. I also love chocolate chip and chocolate chunk cookies. I just never thought about putting malted milk powder in my chocolate chip or chunk cookies. I should have! I always ask for chocolate malt milkshakes and I use Ovalteen to make malted milk at home.
I so love a surprise ending. Of course he likes frigid weather! Well done.
Reading this reminded me of the one time in my life that I was stranded in a snowstorm. My luck took me to a motel with no restaurant nearby. Thankfully, my spouse and I had a cooler packed with goodies from both of our moms.
I love a good haiku. I've written a few, but that was never a format that I could conquer for a contest. "Haiku on demand" just doesn't work for me. But it obviously did for you.
The prompt was a fun one that only people who have owned cats could fully understand.
This is beautiful, Naomi . You have expressed quite well the importance of family and of love. Many people believe that much of the problems in our world today might have avoided if only more families remained intact and showed love for each other.
I love stumbling upon one of your flash fiction winning stories from many moons ago 🌝 HuntersMoon
I think that after 24 years here, it is safe to say that my favorite things to read are stories that tell a story in just a few words (because I can't do that!) and poetry (because I have been writing it myself for over 65 years.) Whoah. Reading what I typed there surprised me. How could it possibly be that when I sat in the backyard cherry tree it was 65 years ago? Let's see...8 years old plus 65 yesrs is 73. Yeppers. That's how long it has been.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading your story. It reminded me of basements that I have visited, as well as antique shops and used book stores. The smell of old books is one that some people love.
I do have a few suggestions, but keep in mind that they are only suggestions.
As I began moving closer,
a chill was sent down my
spine, warning my body of the unspoken unknowns.
Maybe a chill crept down my spine
After I finished lunch, the piano gravitated me back downstairs.
Maybe the piano drew me back downstairs
Thanks for sharing.
Blessings,
Kenzie
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