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White clouds spread across the sky
like coagulated blood.

this is poetry, Billy.

Michael,
You have made the poem sharp,
Yours ia pointer to the span of life.
I will incorporate in the revision.

Thanks, Bob.

Thanks, Billy.
I will remove the telly stuff.

Love the yellow in the poem,
Might be they are found three times as ken puts it, I like them for that sake.
Perceptions differ, know Ken.
Back to see you all again in this forum,

The dolls from the attic come down in order, the young ones jump all over, the adults descend in style while the older stagger. They look colourful red, yellow, green and blue, Krishna shimmers in blue while Lakshmi graces in green Meenakshi flanks both in red. The garden set with huge trees and flo...

The days pass in a hurry why do they? Could they not take time to breathe, to enjoy? Ever on the run, they flow into months, thereon to years. It is as though the day before I got admitted in school. Now my grandson is going to complete schooling I wink in a blink. Silence! A great deal has flown. I...

The last stanza need to be removed. This is the majority's opinion as yours in the other board.
I will do so in the revision and pay attention to the punctuation.
Thanks for your help, Bob.

my chef, proficient in cooking, rude in behaviour. He prepares delicious food in no time. An expert, no doubt. Every Sunday, Algi has to go to the market, in rain or sun to buy vegetables, if disallowed mumbles. Not minding his weak legs, he walks briskly during the buying spree Limping he returns w...

A new decade that of 2020 dawns. Should be one of great promises. Should be one of fine texture. Should be one of great achievements , Should be crowded ' with happiness and joy. Should nurture peace and considerations worldwide, Let in the new decade Writers Block receive glorious poems and win lau...

Bob,
You have given a new look to the poem.
let me read again and then engage in refurbishing the whole.

Thanks.

as i make way to school. I see through the glass find my mom sitting pretty. Neatly dressed in ironed sari glancing through the newspaper. It is I who has to go to school while she spends her time happy. It is lunch time. Return home for lunch. Mom is busy playing Veena, Melody flows. I finish meals...

Tried to make the poem sharp.
Tell me how you find reading the version, Bob.

Thanks

Very good suggestions, Bob.
I will work and post a revision soon.
Thanks.

I go for a walk every evening a ploy to keep my legs active. Mine being a strange case, able to walk in ease for half an hour. Peculiar, being unable to stand for more than quarter an hour. I look at myself with a keenness nowhere did I examine myself so close. Neither obese, being for sure, nor sle...

Judy gives useful suggestions. Her edits are effective and render the verse enjoyable.
Great!

Being a day of tedium chasing through for requirements in the immigration for long time visas. Last renewal was not so tiring. The regulations have changed. The officials turn unfriendly, resent direct applicants, insist to come through agents. The application is simple, easy to fill, the conditions...

Michael ( MV)
Very true.
Should be "One of A Common Breed"

Meena

That one my cook had been with me for ten years,in an impulse calls quit.. Taken by surprise. I fail to seek the reason. He is temperamental goes off his head. turns quarrelsome finds fault with fellow workers. Fights with them. Screams and yells. He is an expert cook prepares dishes in no time and ...

A good poem, Bob.
Each stanza is relevant,
One leads to the other, yet they stand out.
That be the beauty of the poem.

Congrats! Ken

Ken, thanks for the understanding.
I keep getting such dreams very often nowadays.
This being one of them.

Judy, thanks for commenting.
I will look into the faults.
I state it is a dream.
Dreams do not have logic.
It is the subconscious that is working.

Caught in between the traffic , I stand aghast. Wholly drenched, the clothes cling to the body. My feet trapped in the slush remains static. I attempt to pull them out, I slip and slope. Straighten myself stand all through unable to take a step. Rains turn torrential I go down slowly inch by inch. S...

Yes, Judy .
3 votes. thumbs up!