Winter And Hope Comments

Your poem awakens a familiarity....... Down an old dirt road long ago, in a rural area...... fire wood piled high and pot-bellied stove in the middle of the living room. Old iron bed-steds holding thick stuffed mattress's, old home made quilts, the love of a close community of neighbors.... Helping one another chop and stack the wood for the winter... Helping with the crops come spring time.... But I love the picture you paint in a different part of the world.... I feel the sameness and see the vivid scene.... Such a beautiful picture and cognition fulfilled..... Thanks for sharing...... You are a fine artist................ Jim Troy

I can see the picture in my mind, very visual.

the is a great depiction. i'm feeling the picture from such distance.

i like this poem :) good job

Winter as a symbol of hope is uniquely poetized in this beautiful poem with a nostalgic flavor. Really enjoyed this one, Ata. Keep up the good work. Best Wishes and a very happy new year. Naseer

dear ata......your poems are inborn and originality is there.expressions are so good i really loved going through it, and this goes down as one of my favourites.i could almost see this house in the village, in my minds eye.outstanding. best wishes.....ritty

congrats Ata! in a summertime you put in full winter... well done! I enjoyed this one too...

Father and sons, one by one climb the roof of their muddy abode with shovels, spades and iron blades they brush aside the unwanted load Deep touchy meaning.... I am overwhelmed.... Great piece. Pls read SMILES, CAN I BE, and PAGE 3, from my poems... shall be grateful for your comments

a journey to an ancient village where love and hard work reigns supreme.nice write, posted 10 surya

I'd like to visit on one of these days-that is, if they ever return. Even though the body of the poem seems to present the sun/ sunshine as the symbol of hope(and the winter season undesired) , the introduction conveys a desire for those days to return and replace what is being practised today, which keeps family members 'unnecessarily busy and occupied'.

Hi Ata, I like your writing style... quiet and composed... such lively imagery it takes me places never visited. Keep writing... you have a gift.

Great! How nice should have been those good old days - life being enjoyed in all its natural illuminations!

This is a wonderful poem for people to read.

Yea nice. I could read it with the intensity Dylan sings his songs.

beautifully written, I am enjoying all your poems very much.

Beautifully written - could visualize the scene and the unity of a close family before.....when life was hard but calm. - Cindy

the true meaning of life expressed in the last passage which brings out hope and most of all life where one sits awaiting for a new beginning like the dawning sun spreading its light across the horizon. Your words express the wait, the hope, the smile and the love shared which is the true portrait of life

what a beautiful scene you have painted of winter scene, snow bound, waiting for warm days.lovely imagery.great winterscape 10 Mamta

Practical imagery that exceeds the page. Nicely done, Ata.

very descriptive of how things used to be. A simpler and perhaps a better way of life. A regular rhyming pattern if a little forced at times but it lacks meter and read aloud is a little choppy