Monday, May 5, 2014

Stature Of Senility Comments

Rating: 5.0

Sitting on all his years
like a hard wooden chair,
looking, motionless into the dense
woods of forgotten memories,
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Smoky Hoss
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Patti Masterman 24 May 2014

My problem is that I remember too much and it tries to own me..would that some memories would fade, in time.. great descriptions, you are a master craftsman with your words..measure twice, cut once in letters ;)

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Lyn Paul 11 May 2014

Beautifully written Smoky, covering a sad illness that no medicine has a cure for. Thank You

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Valerie Dohren 09 May 2014

Becoming old can be quite scary - very well written Smoky.

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Juan Olivarez 06 May 2014

Awe Smoky you were peeking. Seriously though for me this hits home. Great poem

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Dee Corpolongo 05 May 2014

Wow....this is an amazing poem that says it like it is....Aging has it's downs, yet so many memories are made to look back upon, if we are lucky enough to remember them. Excellent poem, Smoky, but this one is not funny.....only reality's bite. Thanks.

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Dave Walker 05 May 2014

A fantastic poem about something that never really seems to be talked about, yet it is something that can happen to any one of us.

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Susan Lacovara 05 May 2014

Memories stolen by the thief of senility...what a cursed hand. A lifetime lost to the fading of familiarity. Heart breaking, beautiful in the most melancholy of measure. You have done your duty well to point out the stillness in the statue' s surrender....albeit not by his choice. I will save this to my favorites...and hope this shall never be my fate. PEACE

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