Thanks, Mike, for the privilege of this glimpse into a lasting love. You touched my heart in a deep place. This was the one poem, that made me ready to cry, which is why I voted for you.
The words brought back memories for me: high school, band, "lacking in social skills," the list could go on.
That you love your wife so much as you walk every day without her,...leaves me speechless.
You've given so much. Thank you for your service. Thank the Lord for the Blessed Hope. You WILL see her again as will I so many of my loved ones.
As to the form of your poem, the quatrains lend continuity to the telling of the story without the need for rhymes.
Blessings, Brother! Thank you in so many ways! Jay (aka "Stan")
Great minds think alike. Our lunes are similar, but not the same because we chose the subject of the sky. Yours is good. I can appreciate it very much. Three lines of 6-3-5 syllables. The sky is definitely a canopy.
Thanks, Beholden, for the privilege of reading another one of your good poems. Creativity used blank space. Indeed. This is a veritable science lesson of properties of the skin.
Your rhyme scheme of aabb works well in the rhythms of iambic dimeter. These fast-paced lines increase the intensity of the message.
You write so clearly, and with such feeling about "a patrol in no man’s land," that I may assume you have experience with the same. Thank you for this poem, and thank you for your service.
Rhythms of iambic tetrameter & trimeter, and rhymes of a-b-a-b make this a consistent poem, that is easy to read.
Excellent Poem, Silvern! Here we have the sights and sounds of the sunset (aka "dusk").
Your first tercet, shows the late day light, falling over the landscape, like a beautiful rosy waterfall.
Your second tercet, harkens to the sounds of dusk, like crickets, birds, and wind whistling through the branches and leaves of the trees I'd imagine.
Your third tercet, demonstrates a sunset, that is dominated by shadows, rather than light. No doubt the silhouettes are significant before the light, that is still available.
Much is made of the senses of touch, sight, and sound.
Excellent poem, Beholden. Well-crafted from the prompt. Three quatrains in free verse with rhythms felt.
"Distant thunder" is definitely a sound, that's universal. "Storm's on the way! Get ready!" The emotional cues are like bookends. The colors and the lines create a great picture for the mind.
Dave, I like this one so much because it takes me back to the simplicity of childhood. I wrote one like this a few years ago about a butterfly.
Four tercets of simple words, simple actions, and simple placement around center-justify. I can't remember, if I've reviewed this before, but if I have, please pardon me. I'm so drawn to its childlikeness.
Your use of varied colors in the fonts adds to the character of your writing.
Nicely done, Dave. True message. Form followed. It's kind of the shape of a freshwater pearl. Thank for the continued lessons in how to present a poem, and notes about the poem with a dropdown feature. Maybe I will learn that note feature one day, and it will become second nature for me, too.
Thank you, Dave, for sharing this haiku with us. 5-7-5 is maintained herein. Onomatopoeia, visual cues, auditory cues, and a bit of the olfactory in the mix have created a great pleasure to read. Winter is a gift where we live because much of the year is quite hot, but recently the cold has been on the muchly side.
"Snowman in the yard." What a rare gift in The South!
Well-written is no stretch of the imagination. WRITE ON!
Thank you, Kare Enga, for the privilege of reading your poem, filled with meaning, and emotions, that tug at the heart. You seem to be comparing yourself to a friend with many talents. You seem to be sad about that fact. I, too, have my brother, who seems to soar, while I trudge along.
Odessa, this is well-written, and very sad. This expertly crafted short story reminds us to be kind and encouraging to the elderly. Many memories remain from far long-ago days.
Alzheimer's Disease is so painful for both the family and the individual living through these experiences. The past of youth is still so real. May we respect these dear souls.
Thank you for the tender depiction of "a day in the life."
a-a-b-b-a rhyme scheme throughout the three cinquains with rhythms of iambic tetrameter on lines 1, 2, & 5. Lines 3 & 4 are an interesting mix of iambic dimeter and iambic trimeter with the female accent endings on the dimeter lines.
Verses 1 & 3 have iambic dimeter with female accent endings on lines 3 & 4. Verse #2 uses iambic trimeter, but line #3 also starts with a long syllable, not the typical short syllable of iambic meters. It's a good variation. I use it often myself.
Our poetry is definitely "good enough" for us because we a cooking by feel. Emeril would be proud.
WOW, Jim, I'm familiar with the various iterations of The War of the Worlds, but this one did take a gruesome turn. Definitely new. Certainly chilling.
The cautionary part of this tale is that radio theater needs some clear ground rules in order to prevent events like what you described, and like the happenings of the late 1930s.
Not too many spelling or word corrections needed. I think I saw a couple. Second one was down the page, but I couldn't relocate it to tell you. The first was in Chapter #1, second paragraph. The phrase, "the broadcast Orson Welles in 1938" is missing the word, "did" or possibly "<static>".
Definitely a cautionary tale. Well-written. WRITE ON!
WOW, Thankful Sonali! Vegans/vegetarians are really strict. I still have to ask my wife about some culinary choices, but I have learned, that when vegetables get wet and slimy on the bottom, it IS time to throw them out. More goodness for the compost pile. WIN-WIN!
Thank you for leaving much to the imagination, but with your leave I should eschew my imagination as to where those three leaves went. Some things are better not known.
Great video! Smart Dad to keep the kids entertained, during COVID. No worries here. Great Respect! Much applause!
Poor guy in the story. He just needed to go to chef school, since some of the best cooks in the world are, indeed, men. The man could be great then as a sous chef singing, "suss-sussudio" with Phil Collins. Then, he could help with two lines of income, cooking and singing. Greater respect at home. WIN-WIN!
Annette, thank you for this challenge group page. There are things, that make me feel a little unsure of myself, like trying to create a wordsearch, since I haven't done one of those, yet, but I know that little bit of anxiety is good for me. It will help me to grow, and learn to do new things.
"What would be your favorite paychecks (prizes)?" First of all, I don't think there is a bad item in the list. I really enjoy getting merit badges and trinkets. Gift Points are always a plus, too. I'm humbled when I receive an award. So, thank you in advance for all of these.
"What would be your favorite tasks?" I like giving reviews to shorter pieces of prose, and poetry. Amazingly enough, as a writer, I am a slow reader. Therefore, reviewing 2000-word prose pieces can be a challenge for me, but I will do it, even if it takes me two to three hours to do a good job because I want to be accurate and encouraging.
"Why are you giving the star rating that you are assigning?" Five stars to you, Annette, since you are a good writer, and this group page is succinct, and well-organized. "A place for everything, and everything in its place." The font, including the bold-faced sections, make it easy for me to find what I need when I need it.
Excellent poem, Tim. Wise words to workers, who would be wise. Focus, clarity, quickness, accuracy, and determination are all important skills to keep in our hearts as workers.
The poem's form is very familiar to me, since I often follow this pattern. The rhythm shows quatrains of two consistently equal couplets of iambic tetrameter followed by iambic trimeter. The rhyme scheme is a-b-a-b. Well done.
"Work fast, but work well, while working fast." Important points to remember. Some can work well, but not fast. Others can work fast, but not well. To work well and fast at the same time is a rare tandem skill.
Thank you for sharing this poem, Tim Chiu. WRITE ON!
WOW! "Deeply flawed", you said a mouthful there. I'm so grateful for the Merits of Jesus, that the Lord saw us "the way we are," providing hope for us, that we could be redeemed, made hopeful, and fit for the Master's Table forever. (I Corinthians 15:3-4, KJV)
"What a Friend we have in Jesus!" Great HOPE! Great JOY! Great LOVE! Great POEM!
Five quatrains of two sets of couplets of iambic tetrameter & iambic trimeter in tandem for the rhythm. a-b-a-b rhyme scheme.
JCosmos, I'm sorry, too, like Dave is. Too many times in my life thus far, I've dealt with sleep issues, which include nightmares. I had one this morning, just before getting up for the day.
You followed the poem structure very well.
Line #2, I've had that fear, too, but since you already know my beliefs and how I try to handle fear of that nature, I'll just say if I can ever be of help, just send me a private email.
Friendship means compassion is needed, while respecting another's space. Friendship doesn't require total agreement, just the ability to honor another human.
WOW! 60 in June is it? You have about five months on my wife, which means you are both still rather young. I'll be the Books of the Bible in the new year... I'll give you a minute.
I'm grateful with you that you still have your parents with you on Planet Earth. Cherish them every day, even at the long distance. Back in the 90s my brother lived in Taiwan. My Dad was thrilled when he learned how to send him an email "for free" on his Tandy 1000. I can still remember those $50 telephone calls, before that. Texting and social media have their benefits these days for situations just like yours.
Good to hear about your family. "Cheese factory," huh? Better him than me, I would eat up all my paychecks in cheese.
Your sister and our four parents are no doubt enjoying a great Christmas in the Presence of the Lord. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." (author unknown to me.) Indeed. "No more pain." Such a good gift for all five of them.
I'll keep your church situation, prayerfully on my heart. Give yourself grace. The Lord does. This may be a testing of your faith. I've been experiencing that in the past few years myself. "That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ: Whom having not seen, ye love; in whom, though now ye see him not, yet believing, ye rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory: Receiving the end of your faith, even the salvation of your souls." (I Peter 1:7-9, KJV)
This is a great blogpost. I've no commentary on the process, grammar or spelling. The examples and encouragement from my own heart are for the purpose of agreement. Well said. I'm so glad you're at peace about all these things. Blessings Always, Dear Joyful Sister. Jay (aka "Stan")
My father was much like your father. He could not be seen out in public without a tie around his neck accessorizing a nice button-up shirt.
During his last years on Earth we occasionally got him to go out in a casual outfit, but it was his nature to be professional-looking as apparently your father was.
Your poem has a consistent a-b-a-b rhyme scheme with rhythms of iambic and anapestic meter, three or four per line.
Thanks, Rhychus, for a fun trip through a Most Excellent poem!
Looks like this was intended to be a song. Three verses of 8 lines each with a 5 line chorus in between the verses. Every chorus shares the same words.
Charity, advertising, and fashion shows have a common thread, depending on the personality behind them. They can all be great successes or serious flops because they are consistently niche markets.
The format of the verses are consistent as best I can tell. Rhythmically, each verse of 8 lines has the first seven lines using tetrameter, and #8 is trimeter. Each line is some combination of iambic and anapestic meter.
The five-line choruses range rhythmically from dimeter to trimeter and tetrameter.
The rhyme schemes are as follows: Verses are a-a-x-b-c-c-x-b; Choruses are a-b-a-c-c
Nicely done, Tim. I completely understand. The work week began for me, and I would say most people as the school week of youth. "Five days of school in a row. How will we ever get through that?" Friday afternoon after school was my favorite moment of the entire week. No school for two whole days.
As a man with a job, it was very much the same, since I was a schoolteacher right out of college.
Then as your poem indicates, "Five days of work in a row. How will we ever get through that?" Friday afternoon after work was my favorite moment of the entire week. No work for two whole days.
This great free verse poem tackles the subject that most of us experience: Work. Great poem. WRITE ON!
Much Respect, Brandiwyn🎶! What you are doing as a teacher is such a gift to the world! Teaching children and adults to play an instrument strengthens minds.
I can never thank my piano teachers enough for the gift they helped me to hone. I started with lessons in the summer after first grade, continuing with lessons, until the summer before the 11th grade when I believed my skill was ready to learn more on my own. Recitals were always scary because I wanted to do my best, but they helped me to play in public. By the Grace of God, I continue to share this gifting every Sunday morning as our church pianist.
A weekend full of activities and opportunities to encourage your music school, full of amazingly skilled musicians! How wonderful! Have a great time!
This is a great blogpost! It brought a tear to my eye, just thinking about how strengthened the students will be when they realize all they have accomplished, due to your good mentoring.
Blessings Always! WRITE ON!
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