Crown Of Thorns Comments

This evocative poem gracefully reflects on the fleeting seasons of life, from vibrant rise to inevitable fade. The imagery of budding and blooming, contrasted with a reaper's gloved hands cutting candy, captures the essence of time's passage and the bittersweet nature of existence.

Vivid images that stay in the mind: ' A coronet of crimson/ Crowned with thorns'. Fine poem.

Budding and blooming are natural processes. A coronet of crimson crowned with thorns amazes mind. Crown is the symbol of victory. This poem is well narrated. Re-visiting this values more....10

A coronet of crimson Crowned with thorns On shrouded laden tables Lovely lines.

Most effective alliteration- 'a coronet of crimson/ crowned...' Excessive pride leads to a fall, which your dazzling poem hints at.

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Poignantly woven but an uplifting piece. It has the piercing quality alongside elegant meaning. Bless your dexterity, dear favourite.

You couldn't have expressed this better. More ink to your pen, mentor. Much grace.

A coronet of crimson Crowned with thorns On shrouded laden tables Less arrogant Less celebrated A withering, wiltering fate Midst flat white champagne, Ticker tape and cake.... loved these lines. Beautiful poem having stunning expression. Nice penmanship.10

You never fail to deliver! This one took me for a ride from the very beginning- - For one salubrious season Bush tempered And human nurtured I rose red Obediently Unearthed and shaken By my unfolding- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - your vocabulary perks my mental ears up, then you popped me with: I rose red- - - even now I don't know if this is Simone playing with Stephen King's Rose Red or just an accidental coincidence but knowing you have done these little playful things before I wouldn't be surprised. And then there's this powerful yet not overbearingly use of words like: Unearthed and shaken By my unfolding. - -I have said it before but you use words like Renoir uses oil paints. A 10+++++++++++++++++++

Stunning poem, Simone. A rose can also wither in the garden, but there that beauty and awe-inspiring perfection does not inspire. Yet are we richer when we allow nature to fade into nature? Or does the rose, added to a dinner table, serve the greatest purpose in withering, and reminding us of our mortality?

High and haughty................Less arrogant, less celebrated. A cleverly written piece Simone. One life............ two perspectives.

the main things i liked from this are candy and cake. no ice cream? ! no, really, i didn't follow it. no matter. there will be another for me to fawn over. bri :) bri :)

I love how you bring together the crown of Thorns and the flat Champagne. Brilliant with powerful images. You bring me home to my own weakness and failures. I love that line I laundered my spirit. What a gifted poet you are- Simone

proud and haughty person! turns into a crown of thorns Ego melts and the proud looses everything to which he was holding on. very fine poem. philosophical, spiritual. great use of words and good combinations.... thank ou very much for your fine poem. tony

The title 'Crown of Thorns' evokes Christ and Easter, specifically Good Friday. A superb blend of the religious and the secular- 'flat white champagne, ticker tape and cake'.

As ephemeral as celebrity and the inevitable fall. What a fine metaphor! And you have a good sense of rhythm and intelligent organization. As Pam said, it gets into the Psyche. I should add that your assonance isn't bad either!

While the image of the crown of thorns evokes Christ and religion, the very quiet human image of flat white champagne brings the poem back to earth. Pride...it does interesting things to the psyche. I like this poem and your use of alliteration at the beginning and within words works well. Another really well done poem. Brings to mind my own personal failures and falls. Thanks.

Very original and I like the image of a crown of thorns. M. Walker.

A coronet of crimson Crowned with thorns On shrouded laden tables. very fine poem. you are original in your thinking and expressions and using of the words.. love to read you. thank you. tony