Thursday, June 12, 2014

Wilting Tree Comments

Rating: 5.0

Her bright eyes grew dim
Her ruddy cheeks grew pale
Her face like a dented kitchenware
Now a symbol of blighted loveliness
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Valsa George
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Kumarmani Mahakul 29 December 2018

A poem on woman with sadness is astutely and touchingly delineated. The last stanza is much impressive. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.

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Edward Kofi Louis 09 November 2016

Untimely death! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Loke Kok Yee 29 October 2015

indeed most find it difficult to move on a beautiful poem thanks Valsa-10

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Bri Edwards 23 June 2014

Valsa, re the appreciated-poet's note: my wife has told me that she gets to die before i do. [as usual, she is trying to be boss! ] i guess that would remove her difficulty of deciding which path she would take, or worrying about which one would overtake her. thanks for sharing. bri :)

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Geetha Jayakumar 20 June 2014

Beautiful poem depicting woman's true life. Very true said, painful is the separation, where everything drips down..Loved the way you presented it.

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Sad feelings expressed in the poem deeply felt and it is a well written and beautifully created and as a reader interested much.

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Sad feelings expressed in the poem deeply felt and it is a well written and beautifully created and as a reader interested much.

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Beautiful piece with a strong metaphor on the life of a woman.............Valsa.........so nicely worded......I am speechless

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Akhtar Jawad 15 June 2014

Cycle of life and death is seen every where. There are many similarities. A tree is dried and a man is dead. But when a tree is cut or a man is killed, it is a war with nature. When forests are cut, and when men are collectively killed, it is terror.

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Adheez Van Der Beanthz 14 June 2014

dark but strong your words so powerful love it thanks for sharing

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A beautiful poem with reference to natural human wilting

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Dinesan Madathil 13 June 2014

The poem leaves an indelible sigh of its own on the mind and is a powerful note on a state of helplessness that grips the many widows at large. May be a social system that is kinder and more accountable can one day give a new life to these trees which need not fall down so fast or felled by hands that are cruel. A fine poem, madam

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Kee Thampi 12 June 2014

In the shade of a giant oak, She grew from a tender tree, To the pride and beauty of the grove Graceful in form Bright in foliage But struck by An unexpected pestilence I really proud, what you write on our green earth and its beauty

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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 12 June 2014

She has been a Moon Now veiled by mist The state of the woman is described bringing out reality. The comparison with the wilting tree is so clear and appropriate. Moved by the poem.

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Lyn Paul 12 June 2014

Great notes to give full meaning of your words. The title suits these words so well. Thank you

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Akhtar Jawad 12 June 2014

a woman has an edge over men. If a mother dies, a father cannot do all the mother had been doing. But if the father dies a mother is capable of doing all that for her children that was done by the father.

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Pradip Chattopadhyay 12 June 2014

deep and dark, this is a great poem of powerful metaphor.

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