tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830975645424917033.post651142580237240915..comments2023-08-24T21:56:27.143+10:00Comments on The Never-ending, Moveable Banquet: The Woman In The SunlightC. JoyBell C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058881765297083209noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830975645424917033.post-44489800459916895562012-01-09T16:16:18.484+11:002012-01-09T16:16:18.484+11:00I have a teenage predisposition toward rhyming poe...I have a teenage predisposition toward rhyming poetry, a habit I find hard to shake, and it results in some of my poetry being wincingly trite. But I thought this one was pretty good, so I'm glad you liked it.<br /><br />Your poem did a wonderful job of reading a life from a face, and in some ways is the opposite of mine; mine presumes to make suggestions for the subject's future, where yours graciously explores how the woman's past has led to her present. I think mine yearns for meaning and yours finds it.Herb Mallettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00733851301791453856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830975645424917033.post-45094355412426122532012-01-09T11:54:04.125+11:002012-01-09T11:54:04.125+11:00Thank you everyone, for all of your comments!
@H...Thank you everyone, for all of your comments! <br /><br />@Herb Mallette, thank you for sharing that poem! It rhymes! :D Did you write it? It's a lovely poem, bravo! :) <br /><br />I think everyone focuses on something different when reading the things I write, personally when I wrote this I wasn't focusing so much on the fact that the woman was aging, but rather on my perceptions and readings of her countenance! :)C. JoyBell C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09058881765297083209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830975645424917033.post-41497291483079231002012-01-09T09:46:55.298+11:002012-01-09T09:46:55.298+11:00I was looking through an old journal yesterday mor...I was looking through an old journal yesterday morning after I read this and happened across a poem that had a similar origin, a moment when an aging woman's appearance struck me as powerful:<br /><br />Her beauty fled, her youth mislaid,<br />She found her hair and soul both greyed.<br />Which gifts, surrendered, might be regained?<br />Which knack, neglected, could she retrain?<br />No supple skin would clothe her limbs<br />Henceforward, lest it be in dreams,<br />But in disuse, strength does not die<br />Nor perception flee the eye.<br />"Now choose to stand, now choose to see,<br />Now buried self return to me."<br />The words alone could make naught so --<br />But heeding them, she might still grow.<br />And in a glade of light and truth<br />Embrace again the heart of youth.Herb Mallettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00733851301791453856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830975645424917033.post-19363899368832441232012-01-07T14:14:24.810+11:002012-01-07T14:14:24.810+11:00A powerful experience...thank you for blogging and...A powerful experience...thank you for blogging and allowing me to live in you energy!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830975645424917033.post-39717103290436568552012-01-06T23:22:47.064+11:002012-01-06T23:22:47.064+11:00Very beautiful lines for all those women who go th...Very beautiful lines for all those women who go through various experiences in their life..happiness, sorrow, joy. And even after they face something terrible when they see the hope of a new day, a new sunlight they get strengthened and confident.Elvirahhttp://www.rachelspassion.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com