An appealing piece of writing. Your lines about living a life of positive attitude everyday are so true and so good for keeping fine health both physically and mentally.
Yesterday was an experience with which we can work to better our today.
"....not to take things personally, not to assume, to just do my best, and when possible to take action."
We can sail through life with great ease and joy if we have this optimistic and disciplined outlook.
I try to treat each day as a gift and try to use it that way, enjoying moments with people and with self.
"I am going to just enjoy this day and let it take shape. Who knows, it may be the best day of my life."
Inspiring lines of guidance!
Loved you informal style and fine expression of thoughts.
It hooked me on with the opening line, "I am a terrible gardener." I can understand a gardener, who had no trouble in growing weeds.
The story of lavender kept me glued till the end. Transformation from a plant that "withered on a window sill," to a large bush that that continued to "grow with a vigour" is appealingly described.
The fact of the matter is that it made a gardener of you (no longer "terrible" one, if I may say so) and your latent talent for growing plants is brought out without you being aware of it, even it is just for that one lavender bush.
I like the end result. Memories of that particular incident linger on though you shifted residence.
The use of first person point of view in this story is an effective narrative device. It lends authenticity and helps in bringing the "lavender" experience closer to the reader.
I completely understand what it means to meet a kindred spirit. My review of this very realistic poem is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have lovely day!
One would be quite fortunate if met with someone of similar frame of mind. Life becomes all the more appealing and enjoyable if that happens. Like-minded people are rare to come by. If that happens they can be inspiration and joy, discover wonders of life and share them.
"A person whose spirit draws you into fellowship;
Who is a catalyst for new ideas."
Friends sometimes bond for life and can be a great moral support in times of need.
Imagery appeals to eye and heart. Word choices fit in well.
Memories of a loved one linger on much to more grief and more longing.
My review of this very heartening poem is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on being a sensitive writer at the WDC. Have a wonderful day, Cadie!
As the lines scroll down the page, I can see the sharp pain and helpless grief at the departure of a dearly loved partner. The world becomes a limbo and confusion at the sad event are clearly seen.
"It's hard to believe your gone.
Hard to believe you're
not coming back."
Edit-
"your"
(you're)
" youagain"
( you again)
End is moving and is a proof of his undying love for the family.
city life is well mirrored in this pleasantly rhyming verse. The situation on the local trains is more or less same in a number of cities over the world. My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have a creatively busy day!
The facts of early morning cold and discomfiture aboard the train is keenly observed and voiced well.
"Germs surf the breeze of each wet sneeze.
Are some people at death’s door?"
Doubts spring in the mind. It might be anything.
The rush to get to office and the well measured steps to avoid scuffle and fall are appealingly shown.
"Take one step up, two to the side.
It’s crush hour folks! Enjoy the ride?"
We need to enjoy it if it's an everyday grind.
It flow well with an AA BB rhyme scheme. Imagery is highly appreciable.Title is evocative.
A delightful study of the stream.
A number of features of the brook are projected in appealing images. "calm" "fluid" "cool" "ambling" "bubbling" "chatter" "tranquil" give us the picture of this peacefully flowing stream.
The poet brings it to our threshold, makes us take notice of this wonderful creation of nature. Word choices and the descriptions make us see it with our inner eye.
Imagery is visual, aural, tactile and much more. Appeals to mind and heart as well.
Brilliantly voiced. The events that shook an entire nation find fitting expression in the poem. History is mirrored from the beginning of chaos that stated spreading across a country like quiet waters submerging silently.
In times of disaster who would think with sense and sympathy? Opinions differed and the land was left drifting from death to desolation.
"It started out slowly and no one wanted to hear.
Wear masks? Can’t breathe, look silly, voice is unclear."
Unnumbered deaths, not all reported. It came quietly and engulfed lives like moths falling into fire.A strange weird enemy, subtle and unseen.
"Our own germs were now masters of deadly dysfunction."
Man lagged behind letting the enemy take a toll of precious lives. Complacency? Carelessness?
"History judged us and our report card was substandard for humanity."
Touching childhood memory of spending time in Grandmother's garden.
It is a poem that reminds me of my own way of wandering into our garden and ruminating on the beauty of nature.
This frees-style composition is evocative of the sight and smell of New England lilacs. I can feel the coolness of May when flowers bloom.
The little girl's love of nature comes through in the lines,
"Every year as a little girl,
I'd spend hours in the garden"
Lines have a great rhythm and I can read them aloud and enjoy it. Apt word-choices draw me in.
Imagery is sensory. It appeals to the eye, the ear and touch.
The courage and confidence for winning him back is well expressed. My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have a great day.
It needs a lot of grit to face a situation like this. It is unfortunate that some men do not realize true love. Your way of confronting them in a cool manner is ideal.
Instead of losing heart that somebody else claims your fair place, which can make a woman crumble and give way to depression born out of helplessness, you stood your ground.
Credit goes to you that you have a bold stance and nothing could make you lose heart.
Imagery shows the way things are and the way they were going to change.
"In time you'll see that I'm the one
And far from her I know you'll run."
It is well composed with rhythm intact. Prompt words are well used.
Hello Rebecca,
it is an impressive poem. This review of mine is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on being a creative member of the WDC for another year.
Have a wonderful day.
It is not so common to come across a poem that states truth in such a style. This free style verse bares the heart and mind of someone who is spiritually active and motivated.
"Why is this so wrong when the right and good thing seems almost shallow?"
Exactly! This is how true seeker of salvation should feel. One should learn to rise above the two contraries. Both good and bad make you attached. Once you are attached your freedom is lost. Liberation of the soul is possible only when you shed attachments by understanding the misery of being trapped in the prison of emotions.
The line,"I've got bruises on my tongue from all the things I could have said."
gives hope that some day you will find courage to utter what you feel is right.
I like this tale of seniors. It is written well with a dash of humor. George and Penny complement each other. The couple have their own problems that come with ageing.
"I was halfway to the bathroom, when I realized that's not where we keep the pots and pans"
George's imagination runs high despite his sensible cooking compared to that of his wife's.
"He wakes up every morning to a new woman, but all his women have
the same name(Penny). But with his multiple personalities, I never know who I'm talking to."
This makes me imagine the kind of life he had during his younger years of life.
The last bit had me smiling all the way.
Appears George is too smart for a sincere lady like Penny.
"He promised if I'd marry him, he'd give me a raise. So he bought me a ladder for our first anniversary. It makes it a lot easier for me to reach these 12 ft. ceilings to change the light bulbs."
Love doesn't draw any lines of difference, be it color or religion. I came across couples belonging to different regions and races. Nothing untoward happened to them. They thrived well with their families.
I can see through your anxiety. Since we don't live in a no man's land, there are bound to be some comments mostly negative. It is up to the lovers to face the odds and emerge successfully.
This free style poem appeals because you have shown a chunk of real life.
"So are you going to give me the pleasure
Or will the world's view be your measure"
Imagery appeals to eye and mind. Poem has a rhythm that make is flow well.
I agree that fiction looks like a lie. This review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations for being a member of WDC for one more year. Have a nice day.
Coming to the poem I like your observations on the tales of princes and their incredible spirit of adventure and chivalry. Their warrior-like demeanor and readiness to save whoever happens to be the victim have the kids and older people glued to fictional stories.
Those who cannot decide should learn a thing or two from those heroes.
In comparison with the kind of fantasy fiction that we have today, the old imaginary tales appear more human and interesting. Well, that's just my feeling.
The rhythm and rhyme of your poem have a definite appeal.
Imagery is visual too.
It flows well.
Hello Mriana
This winter poem is vividly done. My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on turning one more year at the WDC. Have a wonderful day.
Winter's cold is most felt when you emerge from under the warm blanket and bed. Icy cold it feels on the skin as you have observed.
"As my skin smarts from the cold"
Imagery is apt and simile well-placed.
"The chill goes through my clothes
Just like frost biting the grass."
If you live through the intense cold of the west and scorching summer of the east, you are safe anywhere.
Hello Margaret
Your musings on the tombstones are impressive. I like the way you describe the road as you take us with you.
“From a speedy four lane highway
To a quiet country-road....”
The cemetery looks forlorn and neglected. Life gets noticed but not death.
The writing on the headstones reminds us of people who walked the world like we do now. Now they live in memories.These grounds make us wonder as to where they went leaving all of us behind.
It’s wonderful poem with vivid imagery and description.
What a lovely Easter poem! The imagery, the feelings and emotions take my breath away. My review of this religious poem is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations for being a dynamic member of WDC for one more year. Have a wonderful day!
Mary Magdalene's sorrow at finding an empty tomb is understandable. There she was with an intent to pray before the Lord. To her utter desperation she found the discarded cloth and the rock turned out. Her absolute faith was well answered by Jesus Himself, ever merciful to the devotee.
"Arms outstretched, relief and love emit."
How lucky she was to have seen Him on this Easter day when "He arose from death so souls may live."
Imagery is visual and spiritual.
It flows well with fitting word choices and resonates with religious fervor.
this gentle verse persuaded me to look at the world from a child's view. My review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on being a creative member of the WDC for another year. Have a wonderful day.
All problems that pester the adult human world will disappear if we start looking at the world with a child's eyes. God's creation appears like a wonder, a beauty and forever interesting. The child never gets tired of looking around with wonder writ large in his innocent eyes.
"Excitement building
Then exploding
Insight blooms"
Imagery makes me imagine the way things transform from being bleak to beautiful if I were a child.
It reads well and imagery pushes me into a child's role.
Patterns of life fall in place. The cycle of love, family and wild ways giving way to experience and quest for better life continues. The uniqueness about this changeless pattern is its novelty whenever a new couple finds a family and struggle anew to form a link in the chain of continuing eternity.
It runs like a story that is already told yet interesting to listen again.
You made the teen mentality stand out. Perhaps because it is the most impressive of all the stages of life. Precursor to what is yet to come, I guess.
Wonderful poem gifted to the family he left behind. You are lucky to have a father, who, even while on his way to a distant shore thought about your safe-keeping.
"I leave behind my deepest love,
For you it will endure."
The note of inspiration to live well even when there is darkness around is something everyone looks for.
"Don’t let sorrow dim your hope.'
I get the rhythm and imagery clearly.
Nice poetic word choices that make this poem flow well.
The transformation is visibly described. The inhabitants' mood and mindset are brought to focus. So what happened between now and then is also shown but in an opaque way. I wonder if love percolated to mere temporary attraction.
"a quiet room,
lacking the warmth we once shared,"
In this free style composition the poet shows that if love is based on high flown feelings, then the lovers are hit by hard realities of the world.If they lack courage and sustainability, that's the end.
This poem is written from heart. Truth and nothing but truth.
Hi,
You painted a great dreamscape. It sounds like a piece based on realities. I feel you are familiar with your grandparents' residence and applied it to your dreamscape. In a house, which is redecorated, renovated in some parts, you came across the hot-tub and come upon wasps and spiders. This gives away the fact that your imagination ran high in the dream.
Details are alluring and push me to another era when "... it was fashionable for perfume bottles to resemble people, animals, and various objects."
That's really something to file away.
Your dreamscape is worthy of accolades because you fill it with realities of the past and show the kind of life they went through in detail. Truth is in details. A sort of traveling back in time, I think.
this is an impressive poem that's going to be on mind for a long time. I can identify with the sentiments you have expressed therein.
I wonder what blocks you from bold expression of self. Perhaps a silly question. Yet...
"My dreams are
folded in my pocket."
It is cute yet powerful metaphor. so the dreams stay hidden only for you to look into.
There are several such poetic lines in this poem.
"I’m just a girl,
plain and simple
cut from paper
with faded hues."
I can connect the above (under)estimate of self with the lines,
"My fragile love is
hung on a thread,"
There is something inexpressibly beautiful about this poem.
Rhythm is admirable and takes me along spontaneously.
Hi,
few can revel in the warmth of May, the month that touches the peaks of summer. Many can't stand the heat. But your lines of love for May strike me special.
"The warmth of the Sun puts me in a trance.'
The touch of sun on the skin feels good whatever be the season. It brightness is incomparable and its blessings to the creation are insurmountable.
"It glistens and sparkles making everything new."
The rhythm is soothing and so are the word choices.
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