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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Untimely death! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
indeed most find it difficult to move on a beautiful poem thanks Valsa-10
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 :)
Beautiful poem depicting woman's true life. Very true said, painful is the separation, where everything drips down..Loved the way you presented it.
Sad feelings expressed in the poem deeply felt and it is a well written and beautifully created and as a reader interested much.
Sad feelings expressed in the poem deeply felt and it is a well written and beautifully created and as a reader interested much.
Beautiful piece with a strong metaphor on the life of a woman.............Valsa.........so nicely worded......I am speechless
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.
dark but strong your words so powerful love it thanks for sharing
A beautiful poem with reference to natural human wilting
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
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
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.
Great notes to give full meaning of your words. The title suits these words so well. Thank you
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.
deep and dark, this is a great poem of powerful metaphor.
A poem on woman with sadness is astutely and touchingly delineated. The last stanza is much impressive. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.