I believe the thing that seems to amaze first time pet owners/ co-habitators is that animals do have personalities. They can do the strangest things and their peculiarities grow on us and become fondness. This Siamese does seem to be attached emotionally to you. Just a head's up. There are areas that require capitalization and punctuation. Happy account anniversary.
This is a special and poignant memory, and it shows in your words. Wow, your Mom reached a great age, didn't she? We are so much braver when we are children and place absolute trust in our mother. Your example of jumping over waves is a wonderful analogy for life. Take that first scary jump. The experience is well worth it. Happy account anniversary.
Your Mom is my birthday twin. June 1st is a great day. I read between the lines and I understand how much you miss your mother. I yearn for my Mom everyday. That wanting to share a reflection, a triumph, a story with her never fades away. Happy Birthday Florence. Happy account anniversary.
I confess I do not know exactly what you are writing about. A relationship? An addiction? It does not matter as the self-awareness and personal growth are the same. Not everyone and everything are as they seem. We learn. We survive. We move on. "Healing is a personal journey, not a sideshow, not a community event, but a solo goal." I agree. Happy account anniversary.
This is a heart-wrenching yet lovely poem. You clearly grieve for the loss of your twin, but you also celebrate that she is no longer burdened by her physical limitations. It has a joyous tone and I believe that it resonates from the easy rhymes. The final verse is beautiful. Happy account anniversary.
Death is the unknown. None of us will know anything about it until we die. A common perception is that there will be a cessation of light. If life is extinguished does light cease to exist? Is it similar to closing our eyes? You write of the absolute "pitch" darkness as being "comforting soothing." I do hope that if death equals darkness it is this "warm void." Happy account anniversary.
I agree with the sentiments you express in this piece of poetry. If there is indeed a measure of a day it should be the little things that we do, say, notice and share. Each and every day is full of moments and they all contribute to our growth. The ongoing lessons are life-affirming. Happy account anniversary.
Well, the whirring and spinning of this heirloom top could be interpreted as eerie and frightening. Why did it begin to move seemingly without any nudging? Why so late at night? Was it trying to convey some sort of message? Spooky. "Awe and admiration were lacking on my part." Now that is an understatement. You have the beginning of a horror or mystery tale here. Happy account anniversary.
You accomplished it. You made me chuckle as I read this delightful piece of writing. First of all, an exchange program between penguins and lemmings, quirky, yet possible. That lemming doing all the speaking/recruiting is hilarious. "Death from above! Woot!" He is nothing if not intense and eager. Also clueless, he is clueless. That wee dig at the incest of lemmings totally misses its intent to be an insult. "Pure bloodline." Oh no, "an adverbial relationship." "So I'll be as arrow demonic as possible." Now that's a plan. Thanks for the laughs. This is a conversation for the ages. Happy account anniversary.
National flags do seem to represent the pride of citizens. That physical symbol evokes patriotism and as you write, "lovely reminders of our thankfulness." It is something we recognize and admire. Every country displays their individual flags with flair. Loyalty to the flag is celebrated. Happy account anniversary.
I have always said it's a good thing that pets are cute because they can and most likely will wreak havoc. Yes, I realise homework is a foreign concept to a dog. Paper is simply something to chew. Thanks for the imagery. Those puppy dog eyes are irresistible. Happy account anniversary.
This is an easy, comforting read. The Mom portrayed here is loving and still thinks of her children as she herself deals with the possibility of her imminent death. That mother instinct never goes away. Her reassurances about continuing love is life-affirming. Happy account anniversary.
Jumpin' to conclusions is often the only heart-pounding exercise some people get. Too many of us expect and look for worst-case scenarios. I suppose it is human nature. You spelled out all of that in this story. Poor Bo and Joe for possessing similar appearances. Happy account anniversary.
I will admit I was not expecting this delightful bit of poetry. Thanks for the guffaws and the giggles. Now, I can never see or hear a future roses are red verse without recalling your original offerings. Really? "I just farted, but I see you knew." Not the stuff of romance, but realistic. Impressive inclusion of the word canoodle. happy account anniversary.
I like the premise of this little tale. Imagine the postal service in its infancy and the freedom to not only compose but send personal letters. I cannot fathom a time when many people did not know how to read or write. I would like to receive such a missive. "To write is to make history." I believe this, too. Happy account anniversary.
Wow, this poem could have been written about and for my only brother. His addiction is drugs though and he steals to support his habit. Yes, he is the one to blame. The poem's rhyming is spot on and it tells a sad story that is all too true. Many of the lines resonate. "Thank your lack of common sense can someone really be so dense." Hapoy account anniversary.
If only old wooden doors could talk. The stories they could share would most likely be genuine and heartfelt. It is not just the walls that notice history in the making. I like how you suggest new life and purpose for the door by writing " the creaky old wooden door stands in sadness, no more." Other than in the first stanza, your rhyming is great and this piece of poetry flows. Happy account anniversary.
So, if I am comprehending this story, the two sisters are canines? They bark, growl, and know how to roll their eyes as in "puppy dog eyes." Interesting characters. Sisters of any breed tend to disagree and engage in their kerfuffles. You did describe a misunderstanding and thus, use the prompt word. Happy account anniversary.
Ah, obviously this canine has wormed her way into your heart and left an indelible impression. You mention her transgressions and character flaws, but you entertain several names for her, and that is love. "There's also the B word." How open-ended, but that name is implied with humour. Happy account anniversary.
Felines are fascinating, complex creatures as your piece of poetry expresses. They can be contrary and ornery. They can seem intelligent, but foolish. They can be loving, yet grouchy. They are somewhat like us. Yes, a cat wishes to be pampered, but at the same time it is a capable hunter. Happy account anniversary.
I believe many women feel this way. We grow up expecting to please others, to be loving and caring. It's a role given to us and one we tend to accept. We are seen as the nurturers. We learn that we need to love and cherish ourselves before we can truly help others. We also deserve to be first. We're important, too. Happy account anniversary.
This is a well-composed letter. I like that you address Writer's Block as a sentient being speaking to a fellow sentient being. I understand. He is an unwelcome guest that has overstayed his welcome. Or was he ever a guest? He snuck in and exerted control. He's more of an annoying squatter. "It's not you, it's me." That line rears its head once again. I empathize. This relationship is not a healthy one. Happy account anniversary.
Ah, there is nothing more final, more black and white, than the synopsis of a man's life. This piece hints at the regrets a dying man has and, of course, it is too late to rectify anything. I find your opening sentence to be a run-on one. It can be shortened to have a more dramatic effect. You are correct. You do tend to tell a story as opposed to show it, but I like this style. Happy account anniversary.
And what a vivid, sensory memory is born in this piece. Tasting something delicious must be a remarkable first. We are sensitive and receptive to our sense of taste. To discover the sweetness of both a fruit and chocolate is exquisite. No wonder Reggie protested. Happy account anniversary.
Dreams are believed to be extensions of our desires, so pining for love is a valid passion. Is there safety in unrequited love? Yearning can be a strong emotion, very overwhelming. Or this poem could be interpreted as lust for someone forbidden. It is open for interpretation, that's for sure. Happy account anniversary.
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