I love this memory you shared. So much of what we recall from childhood shines bright. So much accumulates and battles with other equally impressive anecdotes, actions, and such. You describe your lack of interest and the teacher's blah blah speech. I'm with you, the finite details, the minutiae is not worthy of full attention. I am puzzled as to what the teacher expected a child to conceive as a mouse costume. Why did she not accept your creativity? All that tinfoil would have surely caused you to glow? There are, I believe, sliver-back gorillas, so why not silver-tipped mice? Surely, they come in many colours. And that teacher had never seen or heard of a brown mouse? That description of the hastily applied tape to your eyes is a comedic visual. I can also understand the confusion re that room. Cloak room? What kid ever wore a cloak? All those futile attempts to stretch and keep elastics on your poor sensitive head...I can appreciate the spotlight being hotter and brighter than the surface of the sun. This is a delightful story and a precious memory. I appreciate that tree-shaped ending, too. I will point out that the 'waste' you wrote of is actually 'waist'. Thanks for the big grin on my face. Happy account anniversary.
I like the rhythm and the rhymes in this powerful piece of poetry. You describe an emotional scene during battle. Far too many soldiers lose their lives and their injuries are horrendous. Many were little more than children wanting to be men. "Did our boys grow up together just to shoot each other dead?" This is the universal query re war. Happy account anniversary.
This is a poignant story. All the emotions are present and they balance each other. Yes, powerful sadness permeates this tale, but it is tinged with incredible love and acceptance. Noni experienced a short life, but she truly lived each moment. She knew she was cherished. She knew she had physical limitations. She asked her questions and attempted to satisfy her curiosity. She still sought education and friendship. The circumstances of her parentage are a surprise. This is a well-crafted story. The narrator has a strong voice. She has made peace with her choices. I did not notice any writing issues. The style is riveting and easy to follow. Happy account anniversary.
Memories of childhood and time spent blissfully in the summer are magic. I like that you employ the senses in this poem. It did feel wonderful to be free of technology. Outdoors did beckon and adventure waited. "Staying until were were toasted." Do you mean we were toasted? I am not sure about the word trodded. Happy account anniversary.
First let me convey my condolences. I am priveleged to love and be loved by four granddaughters. I cannot fathom the pain you describe in your poem. I suppose I would carry that love with me as you do and there would be so many what ifs. There is beauty and longing here. Selena will not be forgotten. Happy account anniversary.
I tend to agree with you. Being a writer, I too believe a pen and paper become wonderful tools/vessels. Without them how can we express ourselves? I like that you consider the act or art of writing as a chance to share your emotions with them. They also become therapists of sorts helping the writer to work through their feelings. The paper and pen never complain as you suggest. Happy account anniversary.
This poem is well-crafted with an easy, unforced rhythm and matching rhymes. I like that it begins and ends with the same two lines. It comes full circle like the passing of a year. How clever to present procrastination as a slithering snake. "January's promises so easily left to wither." This rings true. Happy account anniversary.
Thanks for sharing all of this. I have a smile on my face now. Sure, I could point out a few little tweaks needed, but why do that? There are " missing here and there, but their absence did not in any way interfere with your natural story-telling. I understood you were recalling amusing conversations. All of that give and take, back and forth between family members is often unintentionally funny. Happy account anniversary.
WOW! You certainly have been put through the proverbial wringer. Yes, you were scammed and victimized, there's no doubt of that. That this even happens is outrageous. Scammers are the worst kind of fraudsters and thieves. They steal far more than money. Thank you for sharing your experience and warning the rest of us. Happy account anniversary.
Well, what can I write as a response to this? You do not beat about the bush here. You write sparingly about your life-changing experience. You share the stark reality of being extremely ill, receiving a shocking diagnosis, and then dealing with the 'unpleasantries' of hospitalization. I imagine hearing that you have the big C is not on your bucket list. Writing about it may be cathartic? I wish you have all the time you need to love your family and continue writing. Happy account anniversary.
I like the positive sentiments you express in this piece of poetry. "No more woes." Now that is a motto to live by, but woes cannot be avoided entirely. Not all troubles and sorrow are self-generated. "To laugh heartily till life's end." I believe we could all use more laughter. Your rhyme scheme was easy and not forced. In the final stanza that rhyme doesn't exist with the first two lines. Happy account anniversary.
Haha, I rather enjoyed this novel version of The Three Little Pigs. I would never have pictured the big bad wolf as a wannabe, inept salesman. He does seem to have a temper though and attacks those who do not buy his wares. And he is smitten by a gracious, accepting pig. This is a fun, frolicking retelling of a classic. The details are delightful and there is underling humour here. The ending is also unexpected. The little matter of the missing brothers could extinguish the burgeoning flame of love. Happy account anniversary.
This is a moving, eloquent, and bittersweet piece of writing. It shares an aging woman's reflections. Within a few words her life of railing against the evil, the bad, the depressing is revealed. She never gives up and continues to search for the good. She attempts new hobbies and skills. She focuses on a beautiful tree and recognizes its resilience. One day at a time this woman perseveres. I noticed one tiny 'thing'. "Some have few if any to hear their tale's of woe." That apostrophe with tale is unnecessary and should be tales. Happy account anniversary.
Thanks for this description of night shifts as a security guard/ maintenance worker. I imagine the nights can seem endless. Sometimes, it must be wonderful to encounter something out of the ordinary to relieve the monotony. This reads as contemplative. There are not many places where silence reigns. The ending just ends abruptly. Happy account anniversary.
This short story is well-crafted and it flows effortlessly like the lake water mentioned. It begins in the present with a grieving mother and segues to her last vibrant memories of her son. Once her memory replays she returns to the harsh present. This makes sense. This collection of words resonates with sorrow and loss. It is not frilly, or over effusive.Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
I like this piece of poetry's format. The repetition of the word anxiety is both effective and dramatic. Anxiety as you describe it is complicated and pervasive. It seems to always be present. "It's so easy to self doubt." Aww, I do not believe I like this anxiety. Happy account anniversary.
This piece of writing reads as being part of a conversation one would share with a friend the morning after. You describe a strange, chance encounter that still resonates with you. An unmistakable accent and a unique appearance impress themselves upon you. Your imagination wonders at this. Perhaps this figure deserves to become a character in your writing. Happy account anniversary.
I have never considered that a windchime could and would cry. This is an interesting perspective. This poem describes a yearning and indecision. Love can sometimes be difficult and painful. The rhyme scheme is all over the place without a set pattern, but I like it. It feels real, authentic. Happy account anniversary.
I realy liked reading this piece of poetry out loud. It has a lovely, lilting flow and an easy rhyme. Thanking the service people is a wonderful touch. The final verse sums up the giving holiday spirit. The third verse is a gentle reminder to count our blessings. I suggest that 'youll' should be 'you'll'. Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
Haha, I love your handle. It commands recognition and respect. Fun form of address for grandchildren. Thanks for the smile on my face and happy account anniversary.
So, this is what it could potentially be like to be abducted by aliens. It seems stressful and scary. The quaisar could be unpleasant, or that is implied. The poor husband, Mark, is the scapegoat. Your story has got me thinking and feeling grateful the aliens have ignored me. Happy account anniversary.
Ah, distraction and vacation woes. Things can and do happen when our concentration is tested. Who hasn't operated with tunnel vision and something called auto drive. Poor Buddy had the best intentions and an important message to pass on. Being a parent has its moments. This is a great story for the prompt words. Happy account anniversary.
So many seemingly mundane events can and do trigger memories. It is amazing what our brains store and then shuffle to our current attention. I like your descriptions of the sunlight. Summer heat can seem endless. You discovered a refuge in books and they make great friends. Yes, what is important? Happy account anniversary.
I adore and respect anything Seussish. This is a fun, rollicking piece of poetry. The rhymes skip along at a great, enticing pace. I like the energy and the joie de vivre. Sibling rivalry/resentment is very real and something the cat in the hat recognizes. I noticed two minor bits to quibble about. You write or type "quite" in reference to the mother's song. Do you mean quiet? "So don't go to far" should be don't go too far. Thanks for the smile and happy account anniversary.
From the tone of this piece of poetry it is clear that you love your Siamese cat. I like the name Cookie, it is fun and sweet. Yes, I could believe a beloved pet is similar to a child. There are the snuggles and the inhibited play. The joy in the moment is contagious. Happy account anniversary.
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