Femme Fatale Comments

Lovely, interesting Poem Linda. Can so relate, been there, lived that, yet how one does see oneself in one's own eyes? We never really grow old to our selves. Great poem. Adeline

this reminds me of a maxim from my mother tongue. when roughly translated it's : even a donkey at its prime of youth is attractive. it's a wonderful poem that can humble feminine vanity...it's the age that's attractive!

Sitting on the fence and enjoying this beautiful work; with equine-like majesty and a mane of thought with a gurgling flow … I wish I could tell the gait, trot amble and canter like Frank and indulge completely. However poem makes an apposite use of this soi-disant femme fatale to actually bring to fore your prowess in writing a well-metered poem

This is excellent indeed.. Hey nice narrative... I mean famme fatals! ! ! many has written about them.. this is good.. yeah Nice composition.. I have to study, meter and rhymes a bit too, if I am to become a good poet. But I like free verse... this is good.. hey Stephen Stirk.. he is a jolly man....he gave you a 11.64! ! ! ! lolsss.. I can give you more, but they only allow us to give 10 na.. very nice.. with lots of love shan

Oh how this flows like a melody all the way through. Such perfect balance rhyme and rythmn and meter and not a word out of place. I loved this one for its telling and sad story. Age gets us all in the end. I remember when I was remarkably handsome and surrounded by beautiful women. I think at that point I woke up. I find that readers tend to personalise a poem, when the writer is frequently not talking about themself. Lovely poem worthy of the awesome regard which I hold for your work.11.64 out of 10.

Excellently done. The passing of time brings forth much does it not? A beautiful, sought after woman still lingers within the delights of this poem, I suspect. She only need to reach back to those feelings of yesteryear and rekindle the fires that once burned. Turn the light back on, and trust me, the moths will return to the light!

this is again a brilliantly written poem ma'm......very rhythmic....10

Wow, this is an excellent poem, has a very nice flow, and a good story. Tango.

A little tweak of the candle glow and the moths will line up in a row, love never leaves only sleeps, tomorrows will always be there, great write Linda 10 Daniel

Midnight, i have said this before & i will say it again...Youe sixth-sense for syllabic metre is virtually flawless....Somber piece, that quite astutely depicts how aestheticals are not everything...as you depict the woman in your poem as quite average, yet her social success quite extraordinary.....Confidence & the air about oneself, seems to play into this piece....One never loses that unless they decide to give up on themselves.....and that is almost as sad as any personal loss in life. Excellent piece, Blondie! BTW: What was the name of the hospitsl that conducted conductors....And does the name Ratchett ring any bells, or spark any thoughts? L O L! R. P. Murphy MD/ P.D.O.C. 1 Flewover Circle Cuckoo's Nest, Michigan

wow................ like moths.. ive been a moth... lovely poem milady.