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Review My Poetry / Re: Slanted
« Last post by Mark T on Today at 02:09:39 AM »

Welcome to the ghost town of poetry. Thanks for looking, crch. Noise, indeed. 
Review My Poetry / Re: Missing Autumn
« Last post by JTetstone on January 23, 2021, 04:11:57 PM »
Beautiful! Thank you for sharing. 
At first glance I thought, " the first word of each sentence should have begin with a capital letter."
After doing some research, I learned, 'not always'. 

Welcome, to MWC.

Review My Poetry / Missing Autumn
« Last post by leenadia on January 23, 2021, 03:48:13 PM »
[Hi there! I'm not a native English speaker and this is my first post here, so please excuse oddities regarding language, if included, and inform me about them! Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy my poem.]

Is it January? Then I should be
expecting spring, not missing autumn,
I guess. There are memories caressing my
messed-up mind, still, they cruelly haul it back from beloved
states of unconsciousness. I had been tranquil, so tranquil

before I began passing my days breathing
against chilly window-panes, missing autumn.
The snow lies iridescent, almost pretty, but I
do not want my world to glimmer, I want
it to burn and make me unlearn

restriction on carpets woven with golden leaves.
I am scraping paint off ancient furniture, missing autumn.
Recollections rattle reverberantly. I remember imbibing
moonlight, blissfully. I remember a dance beneath
capricious November rain. I remember how that beauteous smile

blossomed on your lips, too tender to survive winter.
Perhaps, it is not autumn I miss.
Review My Poetry / Re: A Silly Old Soul Like Mine
« Last post by crch on January 22, 2021, 05:21:03 PM »
This is very fun!  I could see myself there being silly too.

Keep writing
Review My Poetry / Re: Do not be discouraged, have to fight it.
« Last post by crch on January 22, 2021, 05:16:26 PM »

Think through pictures and objects to create a hook for your message.
Review My Poetry / Re: Slanted
« Last post by crch on January 22, 2021, 05:14:29 PM »
I heard the skulls... tonk, tonk.

The lies of technology do create a bit of noise.
Review My Poetry / Felines frolic in a fanciful frame...
« Last post by crch on January 22, 2021, 05:11:44 PM »

Felines frolic in a fanciful frame,   
 feigning fortune, friendship and fame.

Follow the feathers and fringe on her frock,
 and a small furry foot you will find.

A fierce little face frightens her foe, and
furthers the feeling her fun has begun.

A French fedora falls from his paw as he
fights to future his faint.

A final flicker and flash of her tail proves
his freedom is far from over.

Forged into one’s frailty of mind, this painting may
be familiar.

Frankly, we must ask ourselves…
Is this feline fantasy really fiction?

Review My Poetry / Re: Purity
« Last post by crch on January 22, 2021, 05:05:55 PM »


I wrote this poem after my sister died.  She had a 1 yr. son and a 2 yr. old  daughter that I was caring for just days after her death.

One night, I  was putting them to sleep and the baby would not stop crying.  I rocked him, walked with him, sang to him, everything I could think of.  He still cried.

Finally, I put him in his crib, walked out, and shut the door to let him cry himself to sleep.

When I looked up, there was his sister, only 2, staring straight into my eyes and said, “That’s not right”.

The crying was hard for everyone to hear, especially right then.

I was shocked.  I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but I was schooled. 

We stood looking at each other.  She did not flinch.

I went through a range of emotions.  Quilt, shame, nervousness.

 What did I do?

 Would my sister have been upset with me for letting him cry in the dark by himself?
I felt so bad. 

My little niece had no bad feelings towards me.  She didn’t want me to feel bad.  She knew something wasn’t quite right and that I needed to fix it.

Her sweet spirit was strong.  I felt it pierce right through me.  I turned around and opened that door.  She followed me in to make sure I did it right.

We all slept together that night. 

2 years old.

Life does not get more innocent than that. 

She had clarity in her wisdom, she commanded justice without shame, and I eagerly gave what she commanded.

I think about that night often.  I was grieving my sister and grieving for her children because they had no mother.

I feel so guilty sometimes when I think about my young niece, who could barely talk,  having to take the role of an adult at that sensitive time, to care for her brother.

 She was clear in her wisdom.

Her innocence wanted justice.

 Justice was dealt without shame.

I eagerly gave her what she wanted because she was right. 

She was not upset with me. 

She gave me no reason to be defensive.

Thankfully, when I look past myself and through her eyes, I do not feel shame or the pain of that night, and I can move on.

 I know she held only love in that young, little heart. 

What else would be there?


it's an #OwnVoice rom-com that is best described as Love from A to Z by S.K. Ali meets Ayesha at Last by Uzma Jalaluddin meets When Dimple met Rishi by Sandhya Menon. Saira and Rashid have a hospital meet-cute in it and later on they find out that they have to manage a table together at a D'awah booth (interfaith session).
Review My Poetry / Re: Slanted
« Last post by Mark T on January 21, 2021, 02:33:10 PM »

It's meant for sound, the sound a whole lot of skulls would make rolling over together in the backwash of a giant wave drawing back into the sea. I would be interested to hear what the dank aspect you found represents. 
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