Another Year Comments

takes one on a season of the fall in a fantastic way. Wow!

I can visualize the light bouncing around the room highlighting family photos! Great poet

I can visualize the shawdows and the light from the fire highlighting his family pictures hung on the walls. A very gifted poet

So melancholy. Alone at Christmas and it seems all year every year. Brilliant piece of work Mike.

Another year, indeed! ! !

I agree with you Jack C Adams! ten from me!

This a beautiful poem and indeed depicts the height of lonliness not only at Christmas but every day! Another ten from me Mike.

Masterpiece! Keep them coming Mike! Loved it! depicts lonely people in a sad and tragic way.

Evocative, superb write with the stark facts of living alone without family, brought out with great depth of the coldness of living alone!

Heartfelt! ! I thought it was me sitting there! What a way with words Mike! !

Wonderful! ! Wow! ! Another great poem Mike! !

I am a fan of yours Mike. You actually take the person and the subject into a lovely dream state. I can visualise the scenario you have described perfectly. Terrific poet.

Pure and simply brilliant/ I was in the room with the person..

I can feel the heat of the fire and hear the wind blowing outside. Your poet expresses what we would all like to state about being lonely. A truly gifted and great poet Mike

I can feel the atmosphere as if I was sitting in the chair. Family memories, light bouncing off pictures on wall. Wow! Splendid poem and the same for the poet!

I noticed you have used a Scottish word 'outwith' meaning outside. Your sad poem brings home the message clearly that people do end up on their own and not just at Christmas time. Brought a tear to my eye! Superb poem!

The more I read of Mikes poems the more I want to read! Please put more on this site Mike. Brilliant, is my best word for you.

Very thought provoking! A poem about loneliness. I can feel the despair! Well done! !

another wonderful poem. I can embrace the emotion! !

Mike: Once again I see a beautiful poem and can hear the creaking of the rocking chair as the wind roars and blows the snow outside. Very good. Your friend, Lynn