It's interesting that every time that I pressed the "rate and review " button today, it took me to a page about faith. I needed that today. I just found out that I have breast cancer. But I am trusting God.
I enjoyed reading this. It certainly made me think.
I needed this one today. I had biopsies of lumps in both breasts and today I found out that one side has a benign lump and the other has invasive ductal carcinoma.
But as your poem suggests, I am trusting God.
Thanks for sharing your work of heart and your faith.
Wow. That's quite a story. As soon as I read about the car problem, I went back and looked to see which genres you chose. Uh-oh. Dark, death, horror. So I knew to expect something weird and dark to happen. And it did.
I have to admit, that I didn't expect what did happen. Well done.
Pesky neighbors. Aren't they something? We once had a neighbor who started hammering at 6 am. Yikes! A bunch of us got together and researched our township rules. Our noise ordinance said that people were expected to be rather quiet between 10 PM and 7 AM. But if there is a problem, you have to immediately call the police department and hope that they arrive before 7 AM.
Your poem reminded me of two songs, Sugar in the Morning and If I Had a Hammer.
You gave us something to ponder. As we age, many of us are concerned about what legacy we might be leaving behind. But I never really thought about the fact that how that legacy is used by the people left behind is not up to us, but to them.
You have written a perfect story about the imperfection of writing a story. While not everyone experiences long periods of writer's block, many of us do know about brief periods when the words don't flow as freely as we would prefer. "Don't be afraid to write the messy parts" is excellent advise.
Kenzie says: "If you dream of being a writer, you already are one! The words are merely being held prisoner in your mind. Release them!"
That's a good story about the importance of sharing, gratitude and kindness. We need such reminders.
I would offer a few suggestions
#1 Be consistent with verb tenses. You started off telling us that there once WAS a woman. Then in the next sentence said that she IS known for her kindness and coin collection.
#2 It looks like you left out the location. You said, "in the heart of the bustling town of" but didn't tell us what town.
What a wonderful story of teaching a child to care for God's creatures and an excellent story of sharing your faith. Well done. I'm not surprised that it received an awardicon.
Reading this allowed me to reminisce about when my son was little and we rescued two baby squirrels and raised them, and about our adventures in raising two ducks as well. It also reminded me of the many ways that my don, his dad and I were able to serve the Lord. Thanks for sparking the memories.
That's a fun exercise, limiting oneself to 8 lines of poetry. O love that you tackled the topic of writer's block.
I fully understand having words flow like a river. I remember one time when I started writing at the airport in Houston. (It wasn't long after 9/11 and I had to be at the airport 3 hours before my flight to allow enough time to get through all of the new security measures, including having my trunk searched.) I continued writing on my first flight, at the layover in Chicago and on the airplane to Detroit. I think that I used half of one of those notebooks that we used to use in school.
Excellent point. I also read novels quickly. It's why I use the library or buy used or discounted books. Buying a hard cover novel for today's prices, then finishing it within a day or two (or within hours if I am adequately intrigued) makes little sense.
But reading a poem is a completely different story. A poem deserves time. It deserves to be read aloud, and more than once. Even the worst poems deserve to be savored so that one can offer some advice on perfecting it.
You fulfilled the challenge well, using the words snowman, icicles and candy cane. And in 300 words, you told a complete story. Well done.
I can only imagine how skeptical people of long ago might have been if they lived in a desert but were told about a land of white frozen rain. How absurd.
Ny son was about 15 when he first experienced snow. He had lived in FL and TX, and when we visited PA it was in the summer. At least he had been able to see photos of snow and to talk to people who had experienced it.
Wow. It didn't take many words, most of them as dialogue, to prove that the husband was cheating. Well done. I've probably told you before how much I admire people who can tell a story in so few words. It's a gift that I have not been able to develop.
This is sad. I think that some people think that every day, every year of marriage is going to be like the first. Or they think that their marriage will mirror one that they have used as their measure of the perfect one.
In reality, every mlm marriage is different. Every day and every year is different too. And for the most part, there is nothing wrong with the many phases.
Thanks for explaining a out another form of poetry. I love that you have experimented in expressing yourself in so many creative ways. Reading your works of heart is quite educational.
As for the poem, you tickled my funny bone. And you made me wish that I had one of those red thingies covered in goo.
That's an interesting way to handle customer service.
I love when a complete story is told in so few words. I also love when such a story leaves you wondering. Yours does just that.
As one who has worked in customer service, and as one who has lived long enough to not trust people, I wondered if there are people who would tear out a page just to get a store credit...which they could spend on an entirely different book. Thus, the book store becomes like a library for this person.
Thanks for sharing your deep thoughts. And creative ones. It makes sense that we cannot experience a negative unless we have also experienced a positive with which to compare it.
You are correct also that life is both simple and complicated, and often at the same time.
You have reminded me of the importance of pondering.
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