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All those unspoken things we don’t utter CA

Hello Susan,
Well done for composing your villanelle; it’s a fiendishly difficult form. It would have been easier to read if your verses were separated. I’m not sure if that is what you intended. The formatting on this site doesn’t do that automatically when you paste the poems in. What I do is put a full stop where I want the line to be, and move it to the right hand side margin so that people don’t see it. This fools the format!

Nice. Positive story and really things are not always what they seem! Also to me shows that Social Media is a dangerous dangerous place to be. I left it about 6 weeks ago and haven’t been back. Don’t miss it. I like the ending. The life of nature contra’d with the high tech of the computer. Maybe we need to go away from IT and instead of glueing ourselves to flickering screens we need to go back to nature.

Hi Susan
this was more like a socia-docu- commentary on mindfulness than actual ‘story’ per se.
for what its worth look to tighten up your writing , an example: delete all those in (parenthesis)
It was (just) another Tuesday evening after dinner (and before bedtime) and Sharon was sitting with (down at her desk into front of) her Mac scrolling through (her) various social media sites when she (finally) skipped (on over) to FaceBook and began that scroll.

you could write an article on observation/mindfulness/influence of tech and send to those blogs calling for them- just a thought…

Hi Susan, very nice capturing the magic of creation. You set up the whole thing very well, drawing us in and giving a nice twist at the end. Thank you for your poem.

Absolutely delightful! I’m reminded of the clay creations made by my colleague’s students.

Lovely bit of nostalgia captured there. It took me back half a century!

Hi Susan, you’ve captured the innocent, child-like awe of pottery. I have pinch pots from both of my sons that they made in school. Well done!

Hi Susan,
I love how tactile this poem is. It takes me right back to when I tried pottery as a child. It also brought back the teacher telling off for using incorrect colours for glazing. Leaves are green? Says who?
I especially like the last two lines: a keeper/ of blueberries.

Hello Susan,
I like the way you describe the pottery making process with your poem, showing the reader the magic of it all, plus the need for patience before you can appreciate the final article. The fourth verse bothered me, because I felt it was a bit twee. I like the idea that the tools needed fit the hand that guides them, but felt that ‘petite’ and ‘wee’ didn’t chime with the chunkiness of the carving tool. But that may be just me. Thanks for sharing your poem.