The Sight Of Fallen Cypress Comments

My great pleasure reading this magnificent poem time and again. Absolutely immaculate!

" A deep shade of green /Against the pale blue sky " wow! Fantastic image. Captivating poem. Reading for the nth time. Enjoyed reading.

This is a great poem---It is in my Poem list for sure and 5 stars.

A sight I loved/And thought about in bed/Along with the goblins, fairies/And the stately tower....lofty imagination! A beautiful poem so meticulously expressed...liked the third stanza most........10

What an engrossing tale! I am moved by your narration. Nothing less than 10 for this outstanding poem.

The cypress tree on graves is seen by all of us, but in this great poem the poetess has described the cypress tree of her mind. Nosheen Irfan has done it so nicely that the poem has become one of the best poems by her.

Memory is well expressed with feeling of brightness with restless wind. Every stanza is worthy as per expression is taken in to account. Very interesting poem this is.10

How often we associate with such things unknowingly to our life and cherish them time and again, I also have a faint remembrance of Jamun tree under it we used to sleep during long summer nights watching the starry sky through the rustling leaves, Awesome poem Nosheen, Loved it, this poem will go in my favourite poem list. Thanks for sharing it. Beyond ratings....

No doubt anyone who reads this poem will sense its tragic fall well before you narrate that night of the fierce winds that toppled it. It is the nature of tragedy to follow a pattern of doom that we sense within: we don't read a tragedy to see how the story is going to end; we read it to experience inevitable loss, to cope with loss, to move beyond loss. I find your fourth stanza to be the heart of the piece: it is a still point in which you eloquently reveal the dimensions of our imminent loss. This is not the tragedy of power in which a great person falls because of hubris, thus being an agent of their fall. No, this is the fall of an innocent person pulled into a tragic fate because of other people's fault. It is the tragedy of Cordelia and Ophelia, of Eurydice and Beatrice in Shelley's THE CENCI. Blameless people who are victims because of the consequences of others' action or of events out of human control. That's why the fourth stanza is so important: We must release the pain and frustration we feel by extolling the good which has been lost forever. I'm putting your poem in the context of a classical tragedy. It can certainly appreciated without such an argument. But your poem expresses this view of tragedy so thoroughly I just had to elaborate it. You have given us a lasting catharsis. Brava, Nosheen, for taking the High Road of Tragedy!

excellent...very nice poem...thanks for sharing.

A beautiful poem dear Nosheen Irfan! The giant and mighty cypress tree holds a significant presence in your life.Its lovely green, grace, strength and power to stand in rough weather made a deep impact in your life.You carry its strength and love with you . Thanks for sharing this magnificent poem.

Hi Nosheen, A beautiful poem on nature-looking at the large tree through the eyes of a little child, not hesitating to add a little philosophy here and there. Very interesting, keeping the reader rooted. Restless in the wind But ever standing Upright and proud.... ....Withdrawn from the crowd Shut up in death-like silence... .....Unborn yet In a child's mind Exquisite images, to build an undaunting image of the tree. Loved reading the poem Thank you sharing. A ten is too little for this one.

All the stanzas in this poem were excellent but, Nosheen, that 4th stanza took a hold on me and would not let go. You have burned that silent giant cypress into my mind as if I had seen it, known it, grew up under its domination. We had two massive willow trees in our yard and we'd played in a swing that hung from their limbs... until Dad cut them down... I have missed them ever since. There is something innately wistful and forever strong about childhood memories and this is a powerful memory that you shared and, by sharing, wakening childhood memories in your readers. 10 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Nosheen..... you excel in narrative poems too ! I see the Cypress in all its towering beauty and magnificence, dwarfing the puny trees by its side! But as everything has a fall, the tree too fell after long years of resistance to the gale and rain...! It is like seeing an idol suddenly falling from its pedestal! This tree has been so intrinsically entwined in your childhood memories.... Though the tree is fallen, I am sure it will stay ever green in your memory as it connects you to the past and everything that was dear to you as a child! A great elegy on a fallen Cypress!

In an ever changing world this maypole of your existence brought joy and awe. A dreamy permanence when so much in life fails or fades away. Do we see ourselves in the strength and hope for continuity? We want that place to go to where everything makes sense. This cypress brought comfort and stability and linked your days, months and years together. How sad to lose this personal anchor to the past, this giant against pale blue skies dwarfing the common world in its shadow. A truly remarkable tribute Nosheen.

When a monarch of a tree falls it brings a realization that nothing lasts forever. Ann excellent poem.10

A fantastic poem and perhaps your longest and best. I don't know which lines of it I should highlight. What a style and flow. I am at a loss for words. A (10) before I get down to reading it again, again, ...... again!

Oh, Nosheen, you have a beautiful mind. The imagery and emotion you lavished on this poem are the epitome of human being. This is going straight to my favorites and unfortunately receiving only the 10 that is allowed.

Bent and broken at places! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.