The Prodigal Child
Contest entry - Free Verse44 total reviews
Comment from DecrepitOldBag
This made tears spring to my eyes. What an eloquently written, but infinitely sad piece of poetry. You have truly captured what it is like for parents of errant offspring. I cannot criticise because the poem is lovely just as it is.
Warm wishes
Kat
reply by the author on 07-May-2009
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This made tears spring to my eyes. What an eloquently written, but infinitely sad piece of poetry. You have truly captured what it is like for parents of errant offspring. I cannot criticise because the poem is lovely just as it is.
Warm wishes
Kat
Comment Written 07-May-2009
reply by the author on 07-May-2009
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Thank you very much.
Comment from Perp Ihebom
This is a nice visual presentation of the state of things in the family the prodigal son left behind. Of course the picture is not restricted to the bible story but includes modern day prodigal children. Well done
reply by the author on 07-May-2009
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This is a nice visual presentation of the state of things in the family the prodigal son left behind. Of course the picture is not restricted to the bible story but includes modern day prodigal children. Well done
Comment Written 07-May-2009
reply by the author on 07-May-2009
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Thank you very much.
Comment from EllenV
Kathy, I read this piece this morning before I went to work, and I didn't understand it at all. Upon returning home, I read it again and it made perfect sense to me. I don't know what was wrong with me this morning. Obviously, I'm not a morning person.
This is a very heart breaking poem, but true for so many mothers and fathers. We try so hard, as parents, and do the very best we know how in raising them, but still we have children who make such bad decisions, bringing us such grief. Such a poignant last line. The prodigal is absolutely clueless to what the parents are going through back home
Beautifully written, dear friend ... wonderful description.
blessings,
ellen
reply by the author on 06-May-2009
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Kathy, I read this piece this morning before I went to work, and I didn't understand it at all. Upon returning home, I read it again and it made perfect sense to me. I don't know what was wrong with me this morning. Obviously, I'm not a morning person.
This is a very heart breaking poem, but true for so many mothers and fathers. We try so hard, as parents, and do the very best we know how in raising them, but still we have children who make such bad decisions, bringing us such grief. Such a poignant last line. The prodigal is absolutely clueless to what the parents are going through back home
Beautifully written, dear friend ... wonderful description.
blessings,
ellen
Comment Written 06-May-2009
reply by the author on 06-May-2009
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Once again you are so supportive of my poetry... making me feel good with your generous praise and insightful comments. Thank you dear friend.
Comment from dportwood
Human relationships have a way of becoming overly complex. Children ignore and neglect parents and parents disown children. Life should be simpler and more enjoyable. Good job and good luck.
Duane
reply by the author on 06-May-2009
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Human relationships have a way of becoming overly complex. Children ignore and neglect parents and parents disown children. Life should be simpler and more enjoyable. Good job and good luck.
Duane
Comment Written 06-May-2009
reply by the author on 06-May-2009
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Thank you very much. Simpler, kinder, gentle, more loving.... you got it just right.
Comment from mmichelle97219
You really played with the senses on this one. It really draws us into the poem and makes the reader feel like we are stepping on the words. really nice.
Michelle
reply by the author on 06-May-2009
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You really played with the senses on this one. It really draws us into the poem and makes the reader feel like we are stepping on the words. really nice.
Michelle
Comment Written 06-May-2009
reply by the author on 06-May-2009
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Thank you very much.
Comment from adewpearl
How tragic - the story of the prodigal son awaits this prodigal child, but the child has not returned - the calf sits in the freezer, ready to be served, but with no one to serve it to, no cause for celebration, no reunion to mark.
The welcome mat is covered with litter with nobody to welcome.
Invitations can't be sent out to the party as the guest of honor has not come home. This is one sorrowful and well-told tale - great imagery. Brooke
reply by the author on 06-May-2009
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How tragic - the story of the prodigal son awaits this prodigal child, but the child has not returned - the calf sits in the freezer, ready to be served, but with no one to serve it to, no cause for celebration, no reunion to mark.
The welcome mat is covered with litter with nobody to welcome.
Invitations can't be sent out to the party as the guest of honor has not come home. This is one sorrowful and well-told tale - great imagery. Brooke
Comment Written 06-May-2009
reply by the author on 06-May-2009
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Thank you very much. I really appreciate your insight and kind thoughts.
Comment from m_plum
This is a really well written piece. It flows smoothly, and you have used descriptive words amazingly well, setting the scene for the reader. Good job, thanks for sharing and good luck in the contest.
reply by the author on 06-May-2009
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This is a really well written piece. It flows smoothly, and you have used descriptive words amazingly well, setting the scene for the reader. Good job, thanks for sharing and good luck in the contest.
Comment Written 06-May-2009
reply by the author on 06-May-2009
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Thank you very much. I am so glad you liked it.
Comment from Rottie
I'm taking a wild stab at this. I am getting that a son has grown up and left home. And all that was busy living life while was there has now stilled. That all normal ceased when their child left? This is very sad to me. The growing of a child, while said when they go out on their own, is supposed to be the goal. The poem was well written. great evasiveness. Making the reader really read between the lines.
Great write!
reply by the author on 06-May-2009
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I'm taking a wild stab at this. I am getting that a son has grown up and left home. And all that was busy living life while was there has now stilled. That all normal ceased when their child left? This is very sad to me. The growing of a child, while said when they go out on their own, is supposed to be the goal. The poem was well written. great evasiveness. Making the reader really read between the lines.
Great write!
Comment Written 06-May-2009
reply by the author on 06-May-2009
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The prodigal child is a parable in the Bible. The child took his inheritance and squandered it. When he returned home, his father killed the fatted calf, gave him a new robe, a ring, and welcomed his return. This is the basis for the poem.. the loss, the longing, the hoped for return. The prodigal child is still dancing... in this poem... has not returned, thus the pain and sorrow of the loss. Thank you very much.
Thanks for the insight and great review.
Comment from adamlipert
You wrote this poem beautifully, it has chilling lines. Such as bitterness etching his face. You really have a way with words and I think this distinguishes you. Really beautiful poem. I hope you keep writing
sincerely,
a. :)
reply by the author on 06-May-2009
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You wrote this poem beautifully, it has chilling lines. Such as bitterness etching his face. You really have a way with words and I think this distinguishes you. Really beautiful poem. I hope you keep writing
sincerely,
a. :)
Comment Written 06-May-2009
reply by the author on 06-May-2009
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Thank you very much. I write everyday... sometimes good stuff, often just words, but everyday. LOL
Comment from WRITER1
This poem tells a story of a lost child. A lot of parents are in this position, wondering where their kids are and if they are alright.
reply by the author on 06-May-2009
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This poem tells a story of a lost child. A lot of parents are in this position, wondering where their kids are and if they are alright.
Comment Written 06-May-2009
reply by the author on 06-May-2009
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Thank you very much. And I feel their pain.... and pray the children come home.
