Always Eighteen Comments

Matt, it's been a while ago, sweetest and simplest line i've ever read " As with the dream she left my bed." , men of this age have no idea nor will understand any of these lines.

My belated but sincere gratitude to all of you who reacted to and commented on 'Always Eighteen. Bless you.

it's going into my/our May showcase today. thanks. bri ;)

4 1/2 years later i have returned to this poem, not realizing i'd read it (see previous comment, if you wish) . favorite lines so far (and almost then as well) : She appeared: Into my head as I slept she crept: ...................and again i especially enjoyed the last stanza. to MyPoemList and i think my future May showcase. it's a very fine poem! ! ! bri :)

Wow what a vision and sensational how u put the dream to ink of poetry! Great way to share a vivid dream in style! Thumbs up. Nice to read u again poet.

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A nice write. Have cast my vote

I have indeed voted for your lovely poem...sometimes the bittersweet return, of a lover, lost, even if only in a fleeting dream, is enough to make the heart dance again...as if 18...and unaware of the long life road ahead...beautifully expressed. I now take your words, with me, and drift towards sleep...in search of my lost love. Goodnight and PEACE

Fantastic piece - Love the dialogue in the poem and another lovely memory put down beautifully in verse

Awesome poetry Matt. I love it. Very touching. Keep writing such great poetry. A+++++++++

The tender memories of youth. Powerful. As lovely as I left her at her father's hearth. Soars your heart back in time. Well done. Best of luck.

i especially enjoyed the following lines: slept she crept: Always eighteen. That was the only thing she said As with the dream she left my bed. besides enjoying the rhymes, i found your lines very picturesque. thanks for sharing. i give it an excellent, which i don't give easily. in fact if i wait too long to vote i may drop it a notch. na.

It touched my heart straight away..... awsum writee

The thought 'Love's Labour- is never- Lost' is highly moving one towards deep faith in life.it is a great gift to all of us.

A very wonderful, moving poem. always eighteen, yes that is where i want to be and love's labor never lost is a beautiful beautiful thought to hold onto forever. gayle

a supernova, Matt, from start to finish...Those dreams, we always wake up! Constance

Excellent poetry Matt, your writing reminds me of The works of William Butler Yeats. It is definitely a ten

CERTAINLY WORTH A 10 AND MORE! ONE HUMDINGER OF A WRITE - THANKS. BEST WISHES, JOHN

This is an absolutely marvelous poem. It's so poignant and visceral and the images are keen and vivid. It's simply splendid. 10++++

'Love's Labour- is never- Lost' ~ Maestro She left the virtuality. ‘Into my head as I slept she crept: /Always eighteen. For future contemplation and regurgitation to be all time in nostalgia ‘Always eighteen’ even decades after Excellent poetry Sir 10/10 [for all eighteens] Ms. Nivedita UK