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01/26 While the World Freezes Image Contest

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While The World Freezes (Gingerbread Dreams)

Dropped off at the farmhouse on my own
for a week with Grandma and Grandpa Wright
where the falling snow seems magical.
He calls me Joey; she’s dubbed me Sprite.

Early morning smells of cooking, pull me from sleep,
wafting up the stairs to entice my appetite
and biscuit-with-gravy-loving little girls
who seek out Grandma's beaming light.

The kitchen is a cavernous room with table and chairs
With two grand rockers near the wood burning stove
a bookcase full of Farmer’s Almanacs and farm reports
with space enough for a children's shelf in this cozy cove.

The best memory of all: sitting on Grandma's lap,
while she rocked and hummed "Molly Malone" in my ear,
For she knew it was my favorite tune and story.
Warm and dozing, I would glide along without fear...

About This Poem

Last Few Words: written on Candlewitch notepad on 01-02-2026

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Northwestern Wisconsin USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allan Poe, William Blake, Bob Dylan, Tom Petty, Carlos Castaneda, Jim Morrison, the whole of Neopoet and many more., Candlewitch

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neopoet

neopoet

3 months 2 weeks ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

This poem employs a nostalgic, first-person narrative to evoke a childhood memory spent with grandparents during winter. The structure is composed of four quatrains, each with a loosely maintained rhyme scheme (primarily ABCB, though with some slant rhyme and irregularity). The title and subtitle suggest a contrast between the cold world outside and the warmth of familial love and comfort inside.

Imagery is a notable strength: the poem uses sensory details ("falling snow," "smells of cooking," "wood burning stove") to create a vivid, immersive setting. The specificity of "biscuit-with-gravy-loving little girls" and "Farmer’s Almanacs and farm reports" adds authenticity and grounds the poem in a particular place and time.

Characterization is handled through small, affectionate details: the nicknames "Joey" and "Sprite" convey intimacy and familial bonds. The poem’s emotional climax is the memory of being rocked and sung to sleep, which effectively encapsulates the sense of safety and love.

There are some areas where the poem could be strengthened. The rhyme and meter are inconsistent, which can be distracting. For example, the third stanza’s lines are longer and more prosaic, breaking the established rhythm. The line "with space enough for a children shelf in this cozy cove" is awkward in phrasing and could be revised for clarity and rhythm.

The poem relies on familiar tropes of childhood nostalgia, which may limit its originality. Introducing more unexpected or idiosyncratic details could deepen the sense of individual experience. Additionally, the poem ends on a gentle note but does not introduce a significant shift or insight; considering a turn or reflection in the final lines could provide a stronger sense of closure or resonance.

Overall, the poem successfully conveys warmth and nostalgia through concrete imagery and affectionate detail, but would benefit from greater attention to form and a more distinctive voice.

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Sen99

Sen99

3 months 2 weeks ago

Gingerbread Dreams

Hello CandleW You  have put together a  poem of  childhood dreams, the language was nostalgic, thr sentiment warm drawing the reader into the cosy storytelling atmosphere of a old cottage with a large kitchen 

 

Thanks again for share

Sen99

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

3 months 2 weeks ago

hello Sen,

always glad to see you, thanks for reading and commenting.

fondly, Cat

Mark

Mark

3 months 2 weeks ago

What a nice story ❤️

It may be even better with a comma after cooking.

children may be children's (shelf)

Very nice Cat 👍  

Hope you have been feeling OK.  I myself am looking at a 4th transfusion in the next few days.

Thanks for a wonderful share,

Mark

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

3 months 1 week ago

My Dearest Mark,

Thank you for your observances and suggestions... I am glad that you enjoyed this poem and let me know... now... what is this about your 4th transfusion? Are you okay? I am lighting a candle for your bodily comfort and peace of mind, right now!

 I am having stomach problems due to Acid Reflux. Barrett's Esophagus ( is caused by acid reflux) what the last endoscopy showed. I am taking 45 mg of Lansoprazole in the morning and 35mg at night, That is about all that can be done for this condition.

Please take good care of yourself, you are loved. Cat

Mark

Mark

3 months 1 week ago

Cat🫶

I try my best to keep it to myself.  In order to stay with the worldwide poetry program I decided to write about myself (for a change).

I did not qualify for a 4th transfusion.  So, I will continue taking pain killers for the stenosis.

Mark

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

3 months 1 week ago

dearest Mark,

I fully understand....I hope you find a cease from pain and joy in all the little things that make up the whole picture. Every time my pain becomes overwhelming, and I take a pill to take the edge off, I think of you and hope you are coping . I only take an oxycodone as prescribed and only one at night. (not every night)

I am so glad that your poetry is focused on portraying yourself and letting us share in your journey.

much love, Cat

Mark

Mark

3 months 1 week ago

👌👍

Thanks, it is a good feeling when there is support Cat.

Mark

Royal Asia

Royal Asia

3 months 2 weeks ago

Wow

well said I felt like I was in cabin on a winter Christmas morning sitting by the fireplace waiting for breakfast.

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

3 months 1 week ago

Dear Royal Asia,

Thank you for taking the time to read my poem and comment on it.  appreciate it. It is very nice to meet you!

always, Cat

William Lynn

William Lynn

3 months 1 week ago

I want

I love this poem Cat.  

The imagery is warm and perfect. I smell the smells, I feel the warmth. I am at peace.

I want to be there by your grand ma's side, and I want to sing along with sweet Molly Malone.  I'll sing the base if you pick up from there, "cockles and mussels alive alive-o". Side note; The best I've heard the song sung was by Glen Yarborough.  Thanks for a wonderful poem! - Will

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

3 months 1 week ago

Thank you Will...

for such a wonderfully warm comment!  I have read it a few times over.... because it lightens my heart...thank you again,

very fondly, Cat

p.s.

I shall check out Glenn Yarborough's rendition

Lavender

Lavender

3 months 1 week ago

While The World Freezes

Hello, Cat,

I'll join in with the others.  This brought back sweet, warm memories of my childhood, and some more recent that I've shared with my own children and grands.

Lovely, lovely, lovely.

Thank you!

L

 

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

3 months 1 week ago

Dear Lady L,

Thank you for sharing your enjoyment with me! I greatly appreciate your comments!

very fondly, Cat