THE OLD LADY...
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THE OLD LADY... THE OLD LADY… |
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Re: THE OLD LADY...Quote: Yeah, sentimentally nostalgic. touching. The repetitive line is piquant. I like the sombre tone of this poem. The mood is well sustained by repeating lines. Good.
Originally Posted by Secretdreams THE OLD LADY… The old lady seated on that chair, showed me once… …How the sun shines and rises every day, …How sometimes clouds may be also on its way Learn by heart the old days When I see……when I see, …the old lady seated on that chair Seated on that chair… the old lady cries at times …Perceiving maybe that her days are gone Lecture of life… hard to rise above or understand When I see… when I see, …the old lady seated on that chair The old lady seated on that chair, in sweet smile …reminiscences coming up to bright her sunlight hours Peaceful in mind my heart embrace that flash When I see.., when I see, …the old lady seated on that chair Peaceful in mind…the memories are there As blooming flowers like the ones she grew Beautiful gardens surrounds me, but with pain When I see… when I see, …the old lady seated on that chair I know one day… I might see the chair unfilled …Nobody there, just the lovely old lady’s energy And I’ll be acquainted with…her saying… “How the sun shines and rises every day How sometimes clouds may be also on its way” When I might not see… might not see …The old lady seated on that chair … my Mom. |
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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