This is great. The syllables are a bit off, but if I say the lines over again I can make them fit. the last line almost made me chuckle. I can mentally see a child out trying to pick holly and carry it home. ouch!
Sometimes I wish we had holly, it's so decorative and definitely a reminder of Christmas.
Rhyming is well done, imagery is too. Thanks so much for sharing this with us.
Love, LinnAnn
This is a very interesting poem. frost and stars atwine. I've never heard of that word, and wondering how frost and stars would mix together.
I do like the way you actually used the word tarnish. Good for you! You might want to think about changing the 'have' to 'are'.
Gone are the murderous beams that tarnish. Just a suggestion.
Thanks for sharing your work with us.
love, LinnAnn
ruwth, this was very thought out. It also encompassed so many moments in the life of our savior. It was exciting to imagine this was real; this reallly happened, and we have the aqount of it to bear.
This was sweet and endearing. I also served but my childfren so seem to care. I am so glad you wrote this for her.
It held my attention, and made me feel good. I do have one teeny, tiny suggestion. Your wife was a Major, who ranks higher than Captain. It is demoting her to say Captaian. I think it would work great to say Major in all three lines of the last verse. It's just a suggestion.
I read this twice. I had mixed emotions. There are imagings of beauty-brightly hued blossoms, Chromatic chorus, promise of warmth, and more. You give illusions to such beauty but it's all negated by the subtle words of 'Nonchalance','broken shards', thoughtlessly, tinctures of decay,-That was a sad type of wording. Then the 'fading shades of concrete'. Nothing pretty about concrete unless someones colored on it. lol
Were you sad and depressed? If so I'm sorry.
You did keep my attention and you did evoke emotions.
Thanks for sharing.
love, LinnAnn
I wonder where you live. lol Where I am, no June heat. You gave me good imagery on the Trees dance on the road. I got a great image of heat rippling up off the road not sure about the tree. I don't think I"ve ever seen that so it intrigued me very much.
I can mentally see road workers roasting out in the street, hoping drivers won't hit them.
Thanks for sharing this with us .
Love, LinnAnn Pike
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After reading your poem, I have to ask, where do you live? Your first word sure sets the tone. Reminds me of Arizona when I lived there back in the early seventies.
That dry dust is horrible and little mini tornadoes popping up 'dust devils' make people choke.
You caught my attention at the first word and you held it all the way through. I never thought of the rain smell as musty. I'll have to search my memory to recall. I'm back in Washington and it's not must here. lol I love the 'wring the dust from the air'. good mental image on that one too. The scent of renewal is nicely done.
Thanks so much for sharing this with us.
love, LinnAnn
Very upbeat and useful. I'm so glad you kept us informed. Isn't it amazing how Cancer was just a rare thing and now it's 'normal' that they test for it all the time. I am praying you do not have cancer of any form. I didn't know how many of my friends have/had it until I got it. if you end up with cancer, I want to know! I am glad you are getting some work in. Is it enough?
Hang in there. Thanks for the details.
love, LinnAnn
You need an 'r' in Patrick's day.
The last line might read better if the 'green is' reads 'green's on display.'
I love that you wrote about Saint Patrick's day. It's one of my favorite holidays. I like that it is so perky. Did you write it this year? Perfect for your anniversary at wdc!
Love, LinnAnn
Your muse did a great job, thank her a bunch, she favored you greatly especially with you not feeling very well.
I loved it. You had me worried at first, I was worried he was going for a suicide, but sigh with relief, he didn't. You gave him hope and exuberant new hope for a fresh start. I am a sucker for a happy ending. Flowed well, and I'm amazed you rhymed bridge and smidge. lol
Love, LinnAnn
Wow, that poem was really intense. Your opening line is fantastic. What a grabber. I'm not sure what the smell of Autumn is, but the word 'sharp' was another eye grabber.\
I've never seen streets drenched in dew. It makes me wonder where you live. I live outside of a rain forest and our streets are always wet, but not from dew or fog.
It took me a minute to understand the fallen rubies. Then it dawned on me, red leaves.
Not sure why your eyes are burning and hungry. You lost me on that. Your arms laden with life. Were you carrying a child?
Thanks for sharing this with us.
love, LinnAnn
This was rather cute. I think you forgot one thing, the way a cornfield is creepy and bug filled, and how people can get lost and not know from which end they entered. lol The only way the friends could find me was by the ears of corn being thrown in the air when I checked and found bugs in the tip of the ear.
Is it my eyes or is the first word in BOLD? If so, why?
I counted out meter where I had trouble but the count was just fine. I found no errors and thoroughly enjoyed it. The on the sly reminded me of my step family, stopping along the road side and grabbing a few ears. Good job.
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I don't know if you wrote these or just collected them form other people; but they cracked me up. I was crying and feeling down and these brought my spirits right back up.
I loved the one asking about how the wives were doing with their husbands at home.
The best to me was the washing machine ordering the person to 'stay home'.
My review just disappeared. sigh
This is a nice little poem.
He, She, got that boy and girl hugging. Very clear
However the next part confused me a bit. 'One becoming' I didn't get what they were becoming, unless you meant one was becoming beautiful and that act was what was astounding.
Lots of hugs or lots of hugging, as in one long one?
I love the smile and happy hearts. It is a very happy poem. love it.
love, LinnAnn
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So I take it this was for a contest or an assignment? You have certain words highlighted in green. You worked them in very well.
I wasn't sure if the capsule was the body and it held the soul, or if the soul were some sort of capsule. I do understand that the memories can cross decades. I can also understand how letters can 'sing'through time. Photographs can turn grey, but not sure of the gadgets.
If you could take the time to explain the last line, I'd sure appreciate it.
Thanks so much for sharing this with us.
love LinnAnn
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You might want to put a comma after hurry unless you are making up a new word, hurry-scurry in your verse verse.
Also, my worms are not slimy.
The mice eating the eggs of ants, is that real?
I've never found a slug in my compost either. They sure like to eat everything in the garden.
I don't have moss there either, but it sure likes my trees.
'Circles of both life and death are swirling everywhere.' I like that line.
I've never, ever seen a frog in my compost either. Did you just think of anything out in a yard or are these things actually in your compost. If so where are you?
Love your opening and closing lines. Love the poem. Made me think. Poetry is so clever.
Thanks for sharing this with us. Made me think. Now I'll have to do some research.
love, LinnAnn
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Am I allowed to put an emoticon of the rolling on the floor with laughter? I hope so,
This was delightful. I had a little trouble with the syncopation in a few spots. I started to count syllables and said forget it.
This was just adorable. I've never heard of stuffing a chicken with marshmallows. Loved the 'not thinner' line.
-other types of berries' you could say 'mixed kinds of berries' It takes out one syllable , comes out of my mouth better. just a suggestion. {It's crust was terribly dry} fits better to me.
You didn't mention who deceased, so I'm hoping it was not real. I'm still smiling about this poem.
Thanks so much for sharing it.
Ruwth, this was/is a very thought provoking poem. You did well in putting each phase of life and living. Did you pattern this after your own life?
Motherhood is the only word that , to me, didn't quite fit. Look at the verse with being a grandmother.I can't quite put my finger on it. No one says Grandmnother hood. lol Maybe because it's a title and none of the others are titles?
I like your poem and am so happy for you winning a competition. You go girl!
If there is any chance you value these reviews, some people don't,...I was totally impressed with how you really touched me with this poem. You really did the poem with finesse and touched on the emotions most of us are feeling. I liked how you brought not just a close friend, but one across the country. It shows how far this extends.
Bringing in your mother was also very touching. Your last two lines were great. It first I wondered where the last line was to make the rhyme and then of course found it at the bottom. The way you filled in with the commas and the (I've got dementia, forgot the word...) elipse? made me pause as you did. It was a more powerful ending.
Thanks so much for sharing this with us.
love, LinnAnn
Your verse lengths are different, I started to count because they didn't fit, no sing song type rhythm.
In the first verse you actually had a rhyme but not in others. I did like that one sentence rhymed.
I didn't get the 'part and parcel of'. Of what?
I didn't get 'projecting through you' are you meaning what you teach a child?
The ending was quite sad. We all have bad stuff, but I would not call you evil. Here is a quote from one of the Presidents of our church...
"Assume the virtue though you have it not." You put on the act of love and charity and it will become part of you.
You left me wondering, who was Annie? Mom, sister, aunt? Obviously someone who meant a great deal to you. If this is based on fact, I'm glad you had someone so special that you could remember so fondly.
I loved the image you left me of that little girl in the flannel night gown. It was sweet and touching. Then ending with an elderly woman in a flannel night gown? The part with Annie flying with the geese. That was a sweet way to say she was gone.
Thanks so much for sharing this. Good mental imagery.
love, LinnAnn
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