Too often, we look at the rain in its entirety. You have convinced us to look at each raindrop. I appreciate that. Remembering to slow down enough to enjoy a delicate raindrop is important.
I enjoyed reading your poem aloud, but I was a bit confused about the first verse having a different rhyming pattern. Was that intentional?
It isn't often that you see a poem written about current events, and definitely odd to see one specifically about taxes and billionaires.
Personally, I can't wait to see Elon Musk and President Trump cut the federal government in half. (That's my personal percentage desire, not what I have seen them discuss.)
I recently discovered that a decade ago, the Library of Congress had 4k employees. That sparked my interest and with a little research I discovered that most federal departments and agencies have at least 4k employees, even those that duplicate exactly what is being done in cities and states. Or those whose purpose was eliminated long ago. The unnecessary ones. Our government doesn't seem able to get rid of the unnecessary jobs, departments or people. Long ago, there were efficiency experts who did that. My son's dad was one of those, both for businesses and governments.
Drastically cutting spending would negate the need for higher taxes.
Frankly, I am of the mind that our country survived and thrived and grew without federal income taxes from the 1700s to the 1920s. Zero income taxes would allow everyone to keep the money they earned. Of course, that's not going to happen. The next best thing would be for everyone to pay the exact same percentage of taxes. That would be fair, and 10% would likely work, if everyone, from the first dollar earned, would pay taxes, with no more pretend "refunds" for money that the recipients never paid.
Whew. Sorry to go on. I love that you are comfortable writing poetry about the current world in which we live.
It appears that you followed the prompt quite well. I've had many dogs, but none that lived to the age of 13. My last precious bundle of fur died of a heart attack, after insisting on cuddling with me as I was cooking dinner. I'm so glad that I stopped what I was doing to cuddle with him. He walked a few feet and died.
Although I have never had a birthday party for a doggy, the one that you wrote about in your poem sounded like loads of fun.
Wow. What a descriptive way to write about how nightmares invade your sleep. Well done. In my younger days, you might have suggested your way into my own dreams.
I wouldn't change anything. But I would suggest that since we are given the opportunity to present our writing in 3 genres that you take advantage of that. You never know how someone might be searching for new reading material.
With this one, you created an interesting rhyme pattern. I totally admire your ability to create poems in varying formats without ever seeming to force a single rhyme. And good for you for even providing the meanings of a few words within your poem that might not be familiar to everyone. I remember when I was young always keeping a dictionary next to me as I read. And I was thrilled when I could start looking up words up on the internet instead.
As you mentioned, I too am thankful for the mapmaker's guide.
As always when I hit the "Read and review" button and stumble upon someone with whom I am not familiar, I looked at your bio. What fun it is to discover someone who creates with paint (and other media) and pen.
In a world of chaos, it makes sense to write about peace.
I loved your ending the most:
when you are at
peace
peaceful
peaceable
your internal tranquility glows
reflecting to the world around you
the world can be at peace
but it begins with you
Thanks for sharing your creativity. I hope that you will also share photos of your art or a link to see it.
After reading your title and description, I imagine that everyone had a fear for you. No one wants to lose their wallet. Oh my goodness, the things that have to be replaced - driver's license, credit cards, school or work ID. Just the thought of all of that makes anyone sick.
And then we can smile. Sometimes we lose our glasses on top of our heads. Sometimes we lose our wallets in our pockets.
Wow. I pushed the magical "read and review" button and another one of your flash fiction contest entries popped up. How cool.
You have definitely shown that opposites attract. And you have shown how important it is to allow themselves to remain different.
My folks were that way. She was the extrovert, he was the introvert. She was Republican, he was a Democrat. And they were happily married until death parted them, after over 50 years of marriage.
I've stumbled upon a few of your flash fiction contest entries from years back. I don't know how you fared in the contests, but I'm always impressed with how well you can tell a story in so few words.
This one is no exception. As usual, I was quite surprised at the ending. Well done.
I love it when someone can tell a complete story in so few words. Well done. It sounds like this was a wonderful son and that hos mother's last Mother's Day was just perfect. Wouldn't it be grand if that was always the case? So many visit their relatives' gravesites wishing about what should have been.
You have carefully crafted a story with no flaws that I could see. Your grammar and spelling, even punctuation appear to be correct. But, I have to be honest. I really have absolutely no idea what you are saying.
I see that you have received awardicons, so others must have loved your poem as much as I did.
I loved this verse the most:
Those special ones who've touched our hearts
are held within, never far from mind.
Like the stars, their beauty never departs.
They're always with us, in memory, entwined.
For some reason, the word entwined has always given me goosebumps. Perhaps it is because when 2 people marry and become one, the word entwined comes to mind.
Thanks again for telling us what form of poetry you used. And thanks for sharing your creativity.
Hmmm. So they created a group that was going to add one new member each year for 22 years, then they were complete? Exactly what was this group chartered to do? You have definitely made me curious.
It is fun to write an entire story in just 222 words, isn't it?
That was fun to read. I that you described the skee-ball experience quite well. I once worked for a restaurant/entertainment center, much like Chuck-e-cheese, but better. We had tides outside, including bumper boats and go-karts, and a miniature golf course.
But with all of that, skee-ball was always the most popular.
Thanks for sharing your talent and for helping me reminisce.
When someone asks for proof of God, these are the kinds of things that I talk about. God is a superb artist. The sunrises are my favorite proof of our Master Artist.
Thanks for sharing your creativity and your faith.
I enjoyed reading your poem aloud.
Excellent writing and emotion. Every writer has probably had that happen. It's why I still prefer my first draft to be in my notebook written by my trusty pen. Plus I love that today's programs automatically save our works several times as we type along.
Thanks for sharing your creativity.
Blessings,
Kenzie
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