As you explain silence is so many things. It embodies emotion. It reflects moods. It embraces thought. It can be good, or it can seem bad. Silence can safeguard emotions and it can distance people. It can stretch on for a long time. It seems infinite. That is the spelling by the way, not infinate. Keeping quiet can come at a cost and yes, it can become "uncomfortable silence." I do not understand this word "dwrves". Happy account anniversary.
I am weeping reading this. Your words convey so much tenderness and love. Letting go is indeed a pain like no other. What a fantastic use of song titles! Bravo! You created a cohesive, believable story here. The inclusion of the song titles in not awkward. Happy account anniversary.
I really enjoyed reading this piece of writing. I can see it as a movie, or a miniseries featuring updates re Angel and her family mixed with anecdotes re the visitors. The back story of Angel's childhood is charming and reflected in the name of her bed and breakfast business venture. You have created a vibrant and rich character in Angel. The story lines are endless. Happy account anniversary.
Whew! You describe quite eloquently the role of only child and mother. I was going to write aging mother, but in reality you were both aging. I sense your exasperation. It is true that most people do not relinquish their autonomy without a fight. Most of us will accept help, but it has to be on our terms. I agree that it seems arbitrary to file a DNR, but then demand to be taken to an ER for treatment of something that seems unnecessary. Definitely vexing. Happy account anniversary.
I live this personal epic of a poem. I can also relate. I rarely wear jewellery other than a few rings. Necklaces tend to tangle in my hair also and then they snarl and break. I have a box of my mother's pretties and they linger with nostalgia. Thanks for this poem. It speaks the truth.
I applaud your creativity. This poem is not the least bit muddy, or murky. It seems to flow effortlessly. I hope for you that you never actually wallow and panic for lack of inspiration.
In just a few flash fiction words you present a chilling tale of abuse and the lessons it forces upon its victims. That is the learning of survival. That fist opening line "Mom taught us everything" seems so innocent. That is to be expected. Isn't that what Moms are meant to do? I suggest adding another to here "how to become invisible." That is so sad. I like the surprise ending. Happy account anniversary.
I like the word pictures you have crafted here. Yes, childhood is all about wonder. Everything is a marvel and evokes those five questions of who, what, where, when, and why. Having a curious mind is requisite and a rite of passage. This is how we learn. You have also involved the different senses and again, this is how children experience life. Happy account anniversary.
This is a brilliant ode to a failing vehicle. "Desperate auto"...snort. More like desperate owner/driver/abuser. Forgive me for laughing at your misery. Car ownership can seem like a symbiotic relationship. I'll scratch ,er, I mean polish your back if you transport my backside. There is a give and take, yet more often than not the driver does more taking. "I admit I didn't listen when you burned up a piston." "Will you forgive me for all this hurtin'? It's my fault vital fluids are spurtin'." I admire your rhyming. Happy account anniversary.
I cannot claim to be a beard expert never having sprouted one myself. I can believe that it becomes something that requires maintenance, grooming, thought and effort. In other words, a beard needs a commitment and as you write, is it worth it? I noticed a few issues, minor though they be. "ALAWAYS" should be spelled as always. "Are they ok with the beard?" I suggest you write out the longer form of the word as 'okay.' "It's ever growing demands." No need for an apostrophe with its. Perhaps write his beard's ever growing demands. The final sentence requires a wee bit of revision. "He awaken" should be he awakens. "Old feeling arise" should be old feelings arise. Happy account anniversary.
This is a heartfelt tribute to your father and your grief is evident with each word. I like the analogy of comparing life to a flowing river. Most days you live in a steady pace with a predetermined route to follow. Yes, you are a tributary " flowing steady and level." You emulate your parent and have learned from his example. "Time allows sorrow... to be washed away gently." This is beautiful. Happy account anniversary.
You know storms leave indelible memories and create undeniable chaos 'cause they are given people names. We recognize they are forces and each one is unique. You utilize powerful words in this piece of poetry and they echo the power of a raging storm. Yes, "dramatic flurry of whirlwind chaos." Happy account anniversary.
This is a well written and presented story. It flowed effortlessly and revealed a wonderful discovery. The main character is introduced to a long dead family member. He finds a bit of the magic he has been seeking. I like this story concept. If only this was conceivable. Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
In this piece of poetry you describe the image, movement and thought processes of a feline. Cats do indeed seem to prefer their own meanderings and adventures, confident in their abilities. They explore. They stalk. They hunt. They sunbathe. They wander at their own unhurried pace. Happy account anniversary.
Someone obviously likes, no adores, dark chocolate. This is a well-written ode to that tantalizing lover. That concoction beguiles like no other. Dark chocolate has a captivating power that stirs the senses. The images are spectacular. "A whisper dark upon my tongue." "A cocoa storm, a dusky thrill." "With every bite my soul ignites." "Your echo lingers in the room." The rhyming seems effortless and this poem flows smoothly. Happy account anniversary.
This is a funny tale. Oh the lengths brothers will go to in their attempts to rile, rattle their siblings. Building a snowman is practically a right of passage for children raised in a snow environment. This seems true to life. The youngest loses interest and wanders off while the eldest cannot pass up an opportunity to scare his brother. Now, an actual speaking snowman would be somewhat of a surprise. Thanks for the laughs.
A fair with all its competing noises, smells and sights could be too much for the senses. It is a busy place and perhaps not as conducive to contemplative memories. Sneaking onto a carousel at night while it is stationary would be the perfect spot to sit and remember. Carousels are indeed works of art. Happy account anniversary.
This piece of poetry reads as a set of song lyrics. There is a great flow and rhythm to the words. The repeated refrain adds to this and is a relatable lament. Ah, love, it does create feelings of longing, doubt, hesitation, uncertainty and above all hope. This is so true. "Without a first night you can't start forever." Happy account anniversary.
Life lessons are the most indelible. Now I have a picture in my mind of a young child prepared for anything and everything, survival items crammed into her pyjama legs. What a waddle that must have created not to mention the uncomfortable bulges for sleeping. I like your writing style, nothing exaggerated, just the facts. Humour prevails. Happy account anniversary.
This piece of poetry is beautiful and poignant. Within it I see reflections of family relationships, some tender, some wistful, some sad, some regretful. All of these emotions steep family connections in a strong tea. You describe what shapes those irrevocable connections. Happy account anniversary.
Home improvement projects can be messy and destructive and expensive .Water has an undeniable force all its own. What is that saying about the best laid plans? Disasters happen especially for DIYers. I can picture the panic here. The good idea at the time just got away from these people. Happy account anniversary.
So, even the so-called immortal are vulnerable. They did not anticipate the treachery and betrayal from within. Was Marcus weary of the vampire life? I cannot fathom a thousand year anniversary. Marcus had a plan and it came to pass without a hitch. Scheming self-serving Marcus. Happy account anniversary.
Great interpretation of the prompt words. Imagine a baby being an impromptu mystery gift. Not what most of us ever anticipate. Yes, the arrival and care of an infant brings new challenges. This could be a real life scenario, why not. I agree that children are a precious gift. Happy account anniversary.
So, you have presented some hard truths re Christmas and its imaginary hosts. This does seem like the spoutings of a non-believer, a Grinch. He or perhaps it likes to tell it like he/it sees it. Christmas is fake and a form of manipulation? "To get you to do the things you should." Who needs unrealistic expectations? Happy account anniversary.
I can honestly report that this is the first chicken related poem I have perused. And why not? This piece of poetry is fun to read. I commend you sir for your rhymes. "Time to yawn." This is a creative way to describe relaxation. I imagine chickens, if they do indeed notice the passing of time, do so by noticing the position of the sun. I like the repetition of the theme "I'm in charge of the chickens." Was it a mantra to remind you or the subject of this poem that there was a duty of care re the fowl? Thanks for the smile upon my face and happy account anniversary.
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