The Colors of My Memories
contemplative quatrains100 total reviews
Comment from Xylok
The colors of my memories
come in a wide array
some rivaling the bleakest night,
some bright as spring bouquet.
Lovely Brooke, the bleakest night, that's cool, and i wanted to put an 'a' between spring and bouquet, but your way does put a twist on it that the article would rob i believe. your way spring bouquet is like a verb sort of, and a noun too, as in 'some bright as aurora borealis' - only 'some bright as spring bouquet'.
My daughter's birth a blinding light,
pure as the whitest rose,
my mother's loss too black for paint,
dark far beyond compose.
What a truly fantastic stanza Brooke. You're suck a disciplined poet and I have learned so much from snooping around your port. your contrast and parallels here are superb ones, elegant and extreme, synthetically interwoven into a profound thought. emotionally riveting, creative, cadenced, pure poetry.
But each has made me who I am,
be bursts of gold or gray;
awesome, the paring of superfluous words here is apparent and welcome, sorta dickinsonish in that you say it all clearly, all the extra grammar is implied i guess im saying, but say it in conciseness with efficienct that quite frankly makes your double-shot of alliteration there sound and look awesome.
the colors of my memories --
my soul placed on display.
and a lovely, poignant ending suggestive of a lingering familial bond that lives on in the speaker, in you, and happy birthday whenever it is this month, mine was five days ago, on the cusp of taurus and gemini, so im a set of badazz twin archers riding a bull, lol, not even the dragon is cooler than that, ;), but happy birthday wishes to your daughter too, my condolances on your loss, and well said in your final author's notes sign off. indeed we do seem to be eachother. Artwork, ten stars, title - gets a galaxy of them - but fanstory, you get six well deserved and long overdue ones. This poem is exceptional. Its gonna suck for earth when you kick off and start rigormortis brooke, your brain is beautiful.
reply by the author on 27-May-2010
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The colors of my memories
come in a wide array
some rivaling the bleakest night,
some bright as spring bouquet.
Lovely Brooke, the bleakest night, that's cool, and i wanted to put an 'a' between spring and bouquet, but your way does put a twist on it that the article would rob i believe. your way spring bouquet is like a verb sort of, and a noun too, as in 'some bright as aurora borealis' - only 'some bright as spring bouquet'.
My daughter's birth a blinding light,
pure as the whitest rose,
my mother's loss too black for paint,
dark far beyond compose.
What a truly fantastic stanza Brooke. You're suck a disciplined poet and I have learned so much from snooping around your port. your contrast and parallels here are superb ones, elegant and extreme, synthetically interwoven into a profound thought. emotionally riveting, creative, cadenced, pure poetry.
But each has made me who I am,
be bursts of gold or gray;
awesome, the paring of superfluous words here is apparent and welcome, sorta dickinsonish in that you say it all clearly, all the extra grammar is implied i guess im saying, but say it in conciseness with efficienct that quite frankly makes your double-shot of alliteration there sound and look awesome.
the colors of my memories --
my soul placed on display.
and a lovely, poignant ending suggestive of a lingering familial bond that lives on in the speaker, in you, and happy birthday whenever it is this month, mine was five days ago, on the cusp of taurus and gemini, so im a set of badazz twin archers riding a bull, lol, not even the dragon is cooler than that, ;), but happy birthday wishes to your daughter too, my condolances on your loss, and well said in your final author's notes sign off. indeed we do seem to be eachother. Artwork, ten stars, title - gets a galaxy of them - but fanstory, you get six well deserved and long overdue ones. This poem is exceptional. Its gonna suck for earth when you kick off and start rigormortis brooke, your brain is beautiful.
Comment Written 26-May-2010
reply by the author on 27-May-2010
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Thank you so much, Xylok :-) You are such an attentive and perceptive reviewer :-) It is lovely that you would read a poem no longer being promoted and one that holds such meaning for me. I'm still laughing from your final line - you are most encouraging in a totally quirky way :-) This is a most unique and wonderful review. Brooke
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you're welcome brooke, i read your stuff all the time, havent in awhile, but used to and have recently picked back up. thats the reality of it, lmao, but anyway, as for the older poems, i do it for two reasons, one, by title i can guess which poems do mean more and therefore help more with what little time i get to review anymore it seems and two because if i hit the front page and review thats where tons of others are reviewing and looking around to see what others are saying before they'll condescend to leave their own review, hahah, that cracks me up, but then what happens is someone sees my review, recognizes that i give the attentive kind etc and they click on me, then they read me, then they sign on, then they email, then im mr. nice guy and i have pages of emails a day coming in already and i answer them all. like for example i remember emailing you awhile back and telling you i was going to break from reviewing you for awhile cuz i wanted to focus on your portfolio as a whole so as to provide you with a comprehensive analysis of whats up or down as i see it, because i think you have incredible talent and ive enjoyed so much reading your port since i got here that i want to do that, but point is, im swamped beyond redemption already, last time i reviewed it was to knock down a pile of 217 reviews which is now just two weeks later or so back up to nearly a hundred and i wonder how you do it brooke, with your fans etc. you've always had time for me since i got here, i assume based on your poetry and from what discourse we have exchanged you must read all your mail, but i cant imagine you have time to respond to all of it. anyway, creeping around in the back of the ports no one but the person im reviewing notices me. this site is terrible for anonymity, they dont even ask if you want to be nominated for poem of the month or if you want your name thrown up on the first page, i think that got me three more fans. wonderful people of course, very glad i met them, enjoying the hell out of the discourse, but i never promote to hide, lol, and i dont enter contests, like very few have i ever, but i do have a plan. in feb i plan to start working with agents to get published and so around dec or jan i think ill promote a bunch to shoot the rating up so itll look better to the people who need such things to aid them in their own conclusions ;) anyway, ranting over, thanks for letting me vent, you must be extremely organized. that being said, you're welcome, it was truly another wonderful poem.
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I admire your plan to work with agents and get published - that is something I still need to motivate myself to do and do some real work on it. You are a really creative guy who deserves to be read :-)
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thanks brooke, and i hope you get motivated to do it one day. took me thirty years of writing to do it but by jove im heading out in feb to give it a shot. keep writing of course.
Comment from Words Talk
Excellent Brooke. So true are the memories for events in our life. You have captured this with your comparison to beautiful roses. Thanks for sharing your life with us.
reply by the author on 06-May-2010
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Excellent Brooke. So true are the memories for events in our life. You have captured this with your comparison to beautiful roses. Thanks for sharing your life with us.
Comment Written 06-May-2010
reply by the author on 06-May-2010
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Thank you, Words Talk - I'm so pleased with your response to this poem :-) Brooke
Comment from Fleedleflump
If tapestry were woven
from the threads of history
and coloured in by all the inks
that make the past of me,
then grey would fight with boldness
in a sea of reverie,
and black would sit opposed to white,
the rest mixed constantly.
Mike
reply by the author on 06-May-2010
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If tapestry were woven
from the threads of history
and coloured in by all the inks
that make the past of me,
then grey would fight with boldness
in a sea of reverie,
and black would sit opposed to white,
the rest mixed constantly.
Mike
Comment Written 06-May-2010
reply by the author on 06-May-2010
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Thank you, Mike. I like!!! :-) Brooke
Comment from flygirl254
Brooke,
This is a beautiful representation of life and its path making meaningful changes, determining who we are and who we become. I like the internal rhymes in your poem with night, bright, light, and then the word whitest. They're very subtle in tying the poem together. I also like the alliteration. I think the most interesting line for me is, "dark far beyond compose," because compose can speak of both the human aspect of maintaining composure in a difficult time, and also compose as a writer would compose her poem or a painter would give composition to her painting.
Excellent work on this poem, my friend.
Teresa
reply by the author on 06-May-2010
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Brooke,
This is a beautiful representation of life and its path making meaningful changes, determining who we are and who we become. I like the internal rhymes in your poem with night, bright, light, and then the word whitest. They're very subtle in tying the poem together. I also like the alliteration. I think the most interesting line for me is, "dark far beyond compose," because compose can speak of both the human aspect of maintaining composure in a difficult time, and also compose as a writer would compose her poem or a painter would give composition to her painting.
Excellent work on this poem, my friend.
Teresa
Comment Written 06-May-2010
reply by the author on 06-May-2010
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Thank you so much, Teresa, and good morning :-) Your comments are most observant - I think you're the first person to comment on "compose." You are most generous and have started my morning off with a big smile :-) Brooke
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I'm glad I could give you a smile. This morning I actually haven't gotten to bed yet! Francesanne was at the ER late last night with some abdominal pain, but she's doing okay now. However, James isn't feeling well either. Ah well, at least I can start catching up on some reviewing! Have a great day!!!
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I'm so sorry the kids are not well - please tell them I say I hope they're better soon :-)
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James is here in the chair with me and he wants me to tell you he says, "Thank you. And Brooke, your poems are always fantastic. I just don't know what else to say. I always tell you my expression about it." Thanks for writing and inspiring!
Comment from duchessofdrumborg
'The Colors of My Memories' is a beautifully written and heart-wrenching piece. This exceptionally talented poet's many readers would have very little trouble relating to this work. It was a privilege to review a poem of this standard.
reply by the author on 06-May-2010
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'The Colors of My Memories' is a beautifully written and heart-wrenching piece. This exceptionally talented poet's many readers would have very little trouble relating to this work. It was a privilege to review a poem of this standard.
Comment Written 06-May-2010
reply by the author on 06-May-2010
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Thank you, Duchess - your visits this morning are mo st encouraging :-) Brooke
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You're welcome Brooke. Visiting is some we of the nobility enjoy.
the Duchess
Comment from IanC
Another lovely poem of beauty, life and death. You speak eloquently about your mother and daughter with such intimate words. This line is particularly beautiful "some rivaling the bleakest night, some bright as spring bouquet".
reply by the author on 05-May-2010
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Another lovely poem of beauty, life and death. You speak eloquently about your mother and daughter with such intimate words. This line is particularly beautiful "some rivaling the bleakest night, some bright as spring bouquet".
Comment Written 05-May-2010
reply by the author on 05-May-2010
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Thank you, Ian. I so appreciate your thoughtful review :-) Brooke
Comment from smileycloud
hey Brooke
absolutely grand poetic rhyme flow ease of reading
this poem just pieces together like it was born that way
the content is so realistic but the images of the words explaining these feelings are so very apt and the metaphor is just exactly how it is
have a smiley day
lorraine
reply by the author on 05-May-2010
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hey Brooke
absolutely grand poetic rhyme flow ease of reading
this poem just pieces together like it was born that way
the content is so realistic but the images of the words explaining these feelings are so very apt and the metaphor is just exactly how it is
have a smiley day
lorraine
Comment Written 05-May-2010
reply by the author on 05-May-2010
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Thank you, Lorraine - so glad you enjoyed :-) And now, good night, my friend :-) Brooke
Comment from marion
HI adewpearl
I dearly love this one. Dearly. I have read it three times. I love the link with colours and it wasn't until I read this how easily we can link colour t ourselves. The colour red comes to mind for me.
My daughter's birth a blinding light,
pure as the whitest rose,
my mother's loss too black for paint,
dark far beyond compose.
This is the part I love most.
M.
reply by the author on 05-May-2010
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HI adewpearl
I dearly love this one. Dearly. I have read it three times. I love the link with colours and it wasn't until I read this how easily we can link colour t ourselves. The colour red comes to mind for me.
My daughter's birth a blinding light,
pure as the whitest rose,
my mother's loss too black for paint,
dark far beyond compose.
This is the part I love most.
M.
Comment Written 05-May-2010
reply by the author on 05-May-2010
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Thank you so much, Marion - I'm so pleased you would read it more than once :-) brooke
Comment from vandawalker
Thank you for sharing such close happenings in your notes. This poem is a beautifully visual comparison to memories and life as a whole. It's depicted in your good choice of picture and background, and then the words you have chosen bring out more color and emotions. Superb writing.
reply by the author on 05-May-2010
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Thank you for sharing such close happenings in your notes. This poem is a beautifully visual comparison to memories and life as a whole. It's depicted in your good choice of picture and background, and then the words you have chosen bring out more color and emotions. Superb writing.
Comment Written 05-May-2010
reply by the author on 05-May-2010
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Thank you - I'm so glad you enjoyed this poem :-) brooke
Comment from Mrs Happy Poet
This is again very well written so much happens in our lives they all build as memories some good some bad each making us what we are with our individual personality regards Fuller
reply by the author on 05-May-2010
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This is again very well written so much happens in our lives they all build as memories some good some bad each making us what we are with our individual personality regards Fuller
Comment Written 05-May-2010
reply by the author on 05-May-2010
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thank you, Fuller - I appreciate your thoughtful comments and kind review :-) Brooke
