Wednesday, April 22, 2009

A Place Called Home......The Eldely Infirm Comments

Rating: 5.0

I was the proverbial busy bee
Up in the attic down on my knee

Brush the piano feed the hare.
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saadat tahir
COMMENTS
Yasmin Khan 17 February 2013

Your poem is permeated with philosophy of life. it's candle burning slowly..fleeting and last flicker is death. Last couplet bears plaintive tone and reminds me of Macbeth: 'To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more.'

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Ruby Honeytip 19 December 2012

Stevie Taite sent me over to have a look at your work. Absolutely correct was she: -) Stirring words indeed

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Ritty Patnaik 16 June 2009

though old age can be frightening, it is one unavoidable truth all have to face.your poem has a message to all of us, to take care of oldpeople, so our children learn the same.i admire your sensibility, on touching a subject like this. good write.......ritty

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Indira Renganathan 13 June 2009

This trend of Home for aged is so pathetic....while aging itself is too horribly painful..your poem is soul stirring....and thanks for your comment on my 'daybreak'

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Marilyn Lott 13 June 2009

Sad but so true to life. Not an easy time when one gets old and worn out. You did a great job of description with my favorite type of writing style. A '10! ' Best Wishes, Marilyn

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Linda Ori 11 June 2009

A sad commentary on the process of aging. I picture a room full of rocking chairs and memories. The inhabitants no longer living, merely existing and counting the hours. This is home of a different kind, and yet it is where many will end up. Thought provoking, and difficult to think about. Linda

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Seema Aarella 10 June 2009

Home is the place where we can say we are free within the walls......but one thing that should not reside at any home is loneliness.......the pain of an aging lonely man is brought out in realistic words.....! ..

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Duh Huh 01 June 2009

An appropriate title on a well thought out poem. No matter the situation, home is where the heart is. Thank you for sharing.

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Sandra Martyres 31 May 2009

A very touching piece on the place called home Saadat....

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Indira Babbellapati 30 May 2009

a true representation of a place called home!

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Ashraful Musaddeq 07 May 2009

Wonderful 10+

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~ Jon London ~ 02 May 2009

Well penned sir, a tender touch adds a huge impact to your golden lines.....great piece 10+++

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~ Jon London ~ 02 May 2009

Well penned sir, a tender touch adds a huge impact to your golden lines.....great piece 10+++

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Pandian Angelina 30 April 2009

Saadat, a Very beautiful & touching poem, well capturing the loneliness of the elderly who depend upon the paid relatives [Nurses etc], reminds us of the many elderly in our own familes who wait for our visit. Angel

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Akram Saqib 27 April 2009

GOOD FLOW OF IDEAS AND WORDS.

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Fiona Davidson 26 April 2009

Excellent write of the ravages of time...made a very touching read...thank you...Fi 10+++

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