Thursday, November 5, 2009

Clock Of Ages Comments

Rating: 4.9

The clay beneath her muddy feet, welled up between her toes,
A squeal of unencumbered bliss, from her young soul arose,
Dancing in the rain alone, arms spread-eagled wide,
An aged mother looking on, shook her head and sighed.
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Alf Hutchison
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Nooruddeen Mm 08 March 2010

Sweet childhood memory, that always follows me... Nice one.

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there is a poet in me! 15 February 2010

beautiful...... nicely penned......thanks for sharing...

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Duncan Wyllie 22 December 2009

Something very beautiful caught within the moment yet somehow so totally free Amazing writing Love duncan mark wyllie

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Terri Turrell 20 November 2009

This has a great singy sound to it, and a wonderful poetic phrase for a close. nicely penned! =)

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Indira Babbellapati 17 November 2009

world without clocks...how good would that be!

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Dr.subhendu Kar 15 November 2009

“Remember well these carefree times…before the clock of ages chimes......as the time heaves the mystery life acyclic, wonderful expressin yet ingeniously curved across the time and space,10+++, thanks for sharing

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...these few lines chime out the poetic perception of the reality hovering over the minds of the aged.Perhaps your short piece may cast a long spell on the minds of the readers.Thanks a lot Mr Alf Hutchison for sharing.. Keep writing.

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Dr Hitesh Sheth 14 November 2009

aging, disease and death are the sad realities of life........a good write...

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Ritty Patnaik 14 November 2009

dear alf.....some childhood memories remain in the heart...and when we look back we experience a sense of joy, watching children do the same.lovely poem, full of feelings.best wishes. ritty

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Matt Mooney 13 November 2009

Lovely poem.Puts me in the mood for more.Read my 'Exit 9'.

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Sivashanmugam Shanmugam 12 November 2009

nice poem. lengthy with five lines may be writen as seven or eight.. nice thread...

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Shekhar Joshi 12 November 2009

WoOoW........excellent poem.........beautiful lines.....awesome imagery......love it..........

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Siddharth Singh 11 November 2009

An old women relives her youth, in her daughter's carefree rain dance. Simply outstanding. Voted 10.

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Deepti Agarwal 11 November 2009

the most important thing about us aging.... is brought down in few words.. a strong write..

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Vijay Menon 10 November 2009

very beautiful poem rhymed so well gone are the childhood days nice poem

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Varanasi Ramabrahmam 10 November 2009

A fine philosophical verse full of celebration of innocent joys.

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Amitava Chakrabarty 10 November 2009

Great sense of rhyme and superb content. Congrats 10

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Ritty Patnaik 10 November 2009

Hi I just loved reading these lines. It took me back to my childhood and I could feel the clay well up between my toes. The poem also reflects the happier moments of ones life. Very well written. I am putting it down as one of my favourites.

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Shalini Sundararamalingam 10 November 2009

childhood days are always fun, nice short poem.... lovely!

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Seema(Aanamika) 80 09 November 2009

Wonderful descriptive poem.....Great..! ! 10+, loved reading it

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