Mark Graham
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I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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Washer & Dryer
Wash, Spin and Dry Round and round they go Clean clothes. (Just wanted to try something different, so I am going to write some odd haikus for various appliances around the house. Just for fun. I hope you share your thoughts. Line one dealt with function. Line 2 the action and Line 3 the result.)
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
Teddy bears
Who gives comfort at night or when alone a Teddy Bear do. (Who still has their favorite teddy bear stored away? To be honest I still do for he is packed in a box wrapped safely. He gave me comfort when I had a nightmare, and he was also something to talk to when I couldn't talk to anyone else. Teddy Bear what a great friend.)
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
The Room
In roaming around the room, one notices how the bricks are laid out, as if they are a puzzle. Over one the right side laying on the brick floor one notices the yellow caution tape and one begins to wonder why it was here. Is or was the floor unsafe or something else more precarious? You walk as if on eggshells over each brick just to make sure for safety purposes for you have plans for the room coming soon. You start to look at the walls and in particular the one with peeling wallpaper. What is the next step?
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Swinging
Back and forth you go higher and higher on living your life. (How would you describe swinging on a swing? I started out as if I was swinging as in line one 'back and forth' moving on to line two and as we get 'higher and higher' in all our various perspectives on how we are living our lives.) Please share your thoughts.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
The Room
The room with the two windows and the brick floor and plaster walls. What could this room have been in the past. To me it could have been a garden room for what was left on the wall under and around the wall seem to indicate plants of some kind. Someone is still using this room for the plant on the windowsill is flourishing. The room is waiting, but for what for such a small room. Who could the owner of this room? Is it a man or woman or maybe a child with plans of some kind for it.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Green Door
The next day the young girl went back to the door. She looked around to make sure no one followed her here. She took the key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. She slowly opened the door. When her eyes adjusted to the low light of the room, she noticed that the room has rudimentary furniture, such as table and chairs, a sofa and chair that matched and an old rocking chair that she sort of remembered. There were a few pictures on the walls and there was also a bookcase that had a few figurines and when she walked up to the bookcase, she thought she also kind of remembered them for they were figurines of various animals.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Doughnuts, again
A childhood treat that allows for many good times but tooth decay. (A just for fun haiku about sprinkle doughnuts and maybe even remembering all the various memories that these may bring about. During my childhood I really liked sprinkled doughnuts and milk. I had some good times when friends would come over, but after eating so many one may have to go to the dentist. Haha!)
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
The Green Door
The young girl approached the wall with all the ivy growing upon it when she noticed the green door. She noticed the lock on the door as well as the small heart at the top of the door. The young girl decided to look around the ivy vines to see if there was a key anywhere. She kind of knew that the key was probably with the owner, but she remembered a story a long time ago that some people hid keys around, so that they did not have to always carry them around and it kind of made things simpler. She noticed that the hinges were new looking so the door could not be that old and the green paint still had the new paint smell of being freshly done. The one question that came to the mind of the young girl, of course, what could be so important to keep behind a door? She knew that some people kept garden tools behind such doors, but for this area that did not seem likely. What could be behind this particular door in a suburb of Washington, DC?
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Libraries
Book upon books Circulation desk info knowledge abounds. (Who doesn't like or even loves going to a library. Line one, of course, all the books that one can and even desire. Line two the place where one learns where to get said desired book. Line three the knowledge that a reader receives from said books that was desired.)
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
doorways
open and close a way to come and go in and out of here. (Here is another haiku for doorways to our souls and lives. The first line is fine for they do work in this way. That brings us to the second line that seemed that way to go. The third line is what we do when we approach a doorway to here, there, and everywhere.) Comments are truly appreciated.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
Sunday Morning
An open window a light from above for peace, love, joy. (Trying to describe a Sunday morning. The first line I originally started with 'A open window' but grammar check in its' way said no. The second line to me is right. The third line a reason for a Sunday morning is okay. Please comment and learning a lot.)
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
Jams and Jellies
Homemade goodness here abounding love of flavors sweet and sour goodness. (One more for the road that I believe will be having many people canning their own jams and jellies who knows. I believe I am getting better at this form of poetry, so please share your thoughts that are appreciated.)
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
