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2/8/2020 5:33:15 PM
Grammer check and vocabulary grade level.	I'm new and I'm a bit freaked out that the 2 poems I ran through the grammar check said my writing was at a 2nd grade level.... I don't know any 2nd graders that know some of these words. Is the grade level rating very accurate or indicative of a problem?
2/11/2020 7:42:04 PM
Good Evening from Kansas	Hello fellow poetry lovers! I just joined last week and am excited to let people read my poems. I've been writing since the age of 10, but haven't shown my poetry to anyone after the age of 15. I am 61, so that is a long time to sit and wonder if they are any good. I'm trying to get my guts up to post to the be kind critic area. The harder criticism area is way too scary for me right now ... may always be LOL Anyhow … just wanted to introduce myself.
2/12/2020 11:05:03 AM
Please give me feedback	The Search This is what I was born to Dancing on a whim, Foraging in the earth, Tied not by father’s science or mother’s nurture Bound not by head or by heart, free from all constraints An earthy fullness, lightened by the earthworm’s macerations The essence that words cannot hold for more than a moment That which flickers between the edges and won’t be named This is where I live This is where my soul is nourished and my voice is found Between the quavering Intermingling with the stars and sky The mundaneand the holy A place that man cannot know Friends canonly sense That is where I abide Its essencefeeds me If I name it – It vanishes I simply breathe it in and release its passion with eachbreath Stirring the spirits of those around me who feel its whisperupon their neck Ah!
2/13/2020 9:37:25 PM
For your consideration	Spring Afternoon The wind among the trees, the sun behind a cloud. A peaceful day in my backyard is where my soul is found. It may not be too large, for fences it enclose but my whole world waits for me there for worries there run slow. Leaves in sunlight shimmer, the cardinal spreads it’s wings, the day frolics among the leaves, a garden cricket sings. Flowers aren’t yet blooming but summer’s drawing near. It gently whispers on the wind right there, beneath my ear. edited by Ananda on 2/13/2020
2/13/2020 9:48:38 PM
Please give me feedback	I'm going back to have another go at it …. at least I'm at the starting line and not 6 yards behind it!
2/16/2020 3:08:47 PM
Funeral Pyre - HELP!	I'm trying out a more structured form for my poetry, but I feel it lost it's flow. Please tell me what would make this a better poem. Funeral Pyre Living inthe creek’s dark caverns. his dwelling then had been foretold by fairytales on nights so cold. A promise of the things to come were all that kept the fires fed. Living in the creek side village, her place was clear within the clan to bind her with this darkened man. to brave his ire and heal his wounds with love’s laughter and lullabies Raised from birth to play a lead role. Her path was clear, her marriage set, a passive life, a quiet death. All was foretold when she was young At village fires and children’s beds She’d sat awaiting years and years. Shortly before the marriage day, a woman came from far away. Her tale of women taking stands and shunning the foreteller’s words. The lady, she was not convinced, By love she vowed to seize her place and heal the man with love’s embrace thus, avoiding the funeral pyre Dreamers dream, they usually lose. edited by Ananda on 2/18/2020
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