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Thanks, Frank.
The awe, I experience, whenever I see the sea, is beyond expression.

Meena.

The fathomless ocean in its enormity silences me, being the character of the infinite. I stay gazing at the tides that flow in a nonchalance for times infinite The greenish blue hue, shimmers in the sunlight brightens and softens in a range, the glory of the infinite. The noise and the bustle around...

Redraft: 13/Oct/2016 The paddy fields stretch out to the horizon the morning dew has settled, they shimmer in a gossamer of light, and as transient as our dream. The farmer relaxes at home after months of toil waiting for the designated day to come praying nothing should spoil. Thunder and lightning...

The lines have been modified nicely, Frank. They express a sensibility different from the original.
Many of my critics ask me to take the poems to a different level, to the sublime.
I sound ground real.
Will try to alter the lines as suggested.
Know not how they would come out?


Meena.

Thanks, Frank.
I will try to find the words that have to be modified.

Thanks, Bob.
I take it as a compliment.

The one and half-year-old toddler, Meenu stands on the sofa. She sees around her with a curiosity looks at each one there There are her mom, dad and granny all the three busy in a way. She clears her throat steadies herself. The granny looks at her first. with a kindly smile. It invigorates. The tod...

I am following Michael's and Frank's edits of "Grandmother's Avakkai". Great efforts. The three of you Siva, Michael and Frank have made a recipe of a pickle into a good poem. Avakkai is one of my favourite pickles, but the story behind Siva's is different. It is the protagonist-- the grandmother wh...

A recipe in a poem. Reading through one can prepare the pickles though not like your grandmother. The reference to menstruating women does not augur well. The pickles are no longer made. mangoes are selected, washed, dried and then sauteed with salt and chilly powder. I am able to relate to this Siv...

Congrats, ob for winning the First Place.

Best,
Meena.

Frank,

I have revised. Please go through.

Thanks,

Meena.

Thanks, Frank for your encouraging words. I portrayed the scene of harvest. I experience this every year in India where we have paddy fields. The farmer is none other than me. Rains beguile, labourers dodge, prices fluctuate. In the end, a farmer makes no profit. Still, he goes on year after year. T...

Redraft: 13/Oct/2016 The paddy fields stretch out to the horizon the morning dew has settled, they shimmer in a gossamer of light, and as transient as our dream. The farmer relaxes at home after months of toil waiting for the designated day to come praying nothing should spoil. Thunder and lightning...

Billy, no hard feelings.
I was upset for a moment, then got over.
Writing invites criticism. One is happy to receive anything good. Feel bad if it is discouraging.
It is all in the perception.
I appreciate your comments.
Please do not stop posting comments on my work.

Best,
Meena.

It signifies a powerful feel. Do not know what it is?
It is something that lies heavy on the heart.
I cannot express it.
An old man and his quixotic behaviour test the patience.
It is so touching, Frank, I am not able to go beyond.

Feel sad.

Original The sing-song praises of the Lord be it in any religions of the world seem to enchant the listener. The goodness of Gods as sung by the apostles. The hymns and verses keep us in a jostle. Faith overcomes the probing mind. Scepticism is thrown out of context it is a blind belief that keeps o...

I am not representing any other Board. This is my original and unpublished. My email -meenas17@gmail.com. Meena The Safe Vault (1754) Fascinated I am not by a painting of Van Gogh, but by an iron safe, year:1754. Funny, isn't it to like one so huge, and sturdy. Its ruggedness is exquisite. The charm...

My poem "Pricey Curios" has been nominated by Frank.
I wish to get into the fray but not too sure of the Title.
Can anyone suggest an alternative title?.

Revision Praise to the Lord in songs be it in any religions or throng enchant the listeners. The goodness of God as sung by the apostles. The melody of hymns and verses induce a close nestle. Faith overcomes the doubting mind. Scepticism folds. Hope unfolds. The devotees listen with closed eyes thei...

I second Billy's nominations.

Thanks again, Billy. I do not get the point, "push your poetry to another level of intuitiveness." Writing is my passion. My Indianized way of writing could appeal to some, be not liked by many. Well, I am an Indian. I have the "Indianness" in me in what all I do. Writing being no exception. Awards ...

Thanks, Billy.

It is a good suggestion, Billy.

Fascinated I am not by a painting of Van Gogh, but by an iron safe, year:1754. Funny, isn't it to like one so huge, and sturdy. Its ruggedness is exquisite. The charm lies in its structure, firm and impenetrable. It has many secret chambers; its keyholes, visible and invisible, improves security and...

Anyone who reads it would like to buy an iron safe.
The poem kindles the interest of the reader. I have asked Rajendran to buy another one.
Well, Frank, your prompts have worked wonders.
I will work on it.

Thanks for the coaching and encouragement.

Best.