Run Toward Joy
a rispetto165 total reviews
Comment from Connie C
In so few lines, Brooke, you've captured a most provocative little poem. Yes, we should grasp at happiness when it is before us. What a great picture of Nora to accompany this--so fitting!
Connie
reply by the author on 27-Mar-2014
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In so few lines, Brooke, you've captured a most provocative little poem. Yes, we should grasp at happiness when it is before us. What a great picture of Nora to accompany this--so fitting!
Connie
Comment Written 27-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 27-Mar-2014
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Connie, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from victor 66
I remember forty years ago, talking to my boss, We were talking about our young sons who were about the same age, perhaps 3 or 4. My boss told me he was going to start to 'wean' his son off hugs and kisses from his son. I told my boss that the day my little boy stopped hugging and kissing me, would be an awfully sad day. That little boy is forty-five now and I live with him and my grandchildren during the winter months. There are still hugs and kisses every morning and evening going to bed. This is still a big deal for me and I'm pretty happy about it. Your poem brought about these thoughts. Best wishes,
reply by the author on 28-Mar-2014
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I remember forty years ago, talking to my boss, We were talking about our young sons who were about the same age, perhaps 3 or 4. My boss told me he was going to start to 'wean' his son off hugs and kisses from his son. I told my boss that the day my little boy stopped hugging and kissing me, would be an awfully sad day. That little boy is forty-five now and I live with him and my grandchildren during the winter months. There are still hugs and kisses every morning and evening going to bed. This is still a big deal for me and I'm pretty happy about it. Your poem brought about these thoughts. Best wishes,
Comment Written 27-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 28-Mar-2014
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Victor, thank you for your review and for sharing that with me. Weaning a son off hugs and kisses, what a horribly bad idea. I am so glad your family was not like your boss's. My father died when I was in my 30s, and we still exchanged hugs and kisses, and I still called him Daddy to his dying day. Neither of us ever said goodbye to the other without saying I love you. And now today I never say goodbye to my children without adding I love you. Brooke
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Life is too short not to say and express what we mean, especially to the ones we love.
Comment from Father Flaps
Hi Brooke
I love this picture and the love it represents. This is Sawyer's big sister, isn't it? She is running towards someone she loves very much.
Your poem sends the message that we need each other. When we show love and kindness to someone, it returns to us. This world would be such a wonderful place if we loved one another, and not just people but animals and birds as well.
Your poem, with its fine alliteration in "tender touch" and questions to ignite the reader, reminded me of a song by Gordon Lightfoot, "Nous Vivons Ensemble".
http://youtu.be/wZf31RWhR6o
"We've got to stay together
We've got to find each other now
That is how we can learn all about the other man's song
On the plains of Abraham
When they sent the lamb to die
You and I were asleep in the Rock of Ages
Remember the unborn children still to come
If you need me, then I need you
There's nothing else needs saying
Understand it
I'm not too deaf to hear the song you're playing
Nous vivons ensemble
Nous nous connaissons maintenant
Voici comment nous pouvons découvrir une autre humanité
Sur les plaines D'Abraham
Lors du dernier sacrifice
Toi et moi nous dormions très loin dans le temps
Souviens-toi des enfants qui attendent encore
Si tu me veux je serai la c'est tout ce que j'ai à dire
Car comprend moi
Je ne suis pas sourd à la musique que tu joues"
This is a beautiful song. I love the last line,
"I'm not too deaf to hear the song you're playing"
This is exactly what your poem is all about.
Nicely penned!
your fan,
Kimbob
reply by the author on 27-Mar-2014
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Hi Brooke
I love this picture and the love it represents. This is Sawyer's big sister, isn't it? She is running towards someone she loves very much.
Your poem sends the message that we need each other. When we show love and kindness to someone, it returns to us. This world would be such a wonderful place if we loved one another, and not just people but animals and birds as well.
Your poem, with its fine alliteration in "tender touch" and questions to ignite the reader, reminded me of a song by Gordon Lightfoot, "Nous Vivons Ensemble".
http://youtu.be/wZf31RWhR6o
"We've got to stay together
We've got to find each other now
That is how we can learn all about the other man's song
On the plains of Abraham
When they sent the lamb to die
You and I were asleep in the Rock of Ages
Remember the unborn children still to come
If you need me, then I need you
There's nothing else needs saying
Understand it
I'm not too deaf to hear the song you're playing
Nous vivons ensemble
Nous nous connaissons maintenant
Voici comment nous pouvons découvrir une autre humanité
Sur les plaines D'Abraham
Lors du dernier sacrifice
Toi et moi nous dormions très loin dans le temps
Souviens-toi des enfants qui attendent encore
Si tu me veux je serai la c'est tout ce que j'ai à dire
Car comprend moi
Je ne suis pas sourd à la musique que tu joues"
This is a beautiful song. I love the last line,
"I'm not too deaf to hear the song you're playing"
This is exactly what your poem is all about.
Nicely penned!
your fan,
Kimbob
Comment Written 27-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 27-Mar-2014
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Thank you so very much, Kimbob. Nora is the five year old whom Miranda is the nanny for. They just celebrated their five year anniversary since Miranda started being her nanny when she turned three months old and outgrew the newborn nurse :-) She tells everyone and anyone that Sawyer is her little brother. Thank you for sharing that lovely song with me :-) Brooke
Comment from Charlene0513
To adewpearl,
It is a wonderful blessing when we see the smile and the vitality shown in a child who at one time their life was in jeopardy.
Charlene
reply by the author on 27-Mar-2014
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To adewpearl,
It is a wonderful blessing when we see the smile and the vitality shown in a child who at one time their life was in jeopardy.
Charlene
Comment Written 27-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 27-Mar-2014
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Charlene, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from emrpoems
Good structure of the rispetto having two rhymed quatrains with strict iambic tetrameter with a rhyme scheme of abab ccdd.
Lovely picture of Sawyer running towards joy just as you wish
reply by the author on 27-Mar-2014
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Good structure of the rispetto having two rhymed quatrains with strict iambic tetrameter with a rhyme scheme of abab ccdd.
Lovely picture of Sawyer running towards joy just as you wish
Comment Written 27-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 27-Mar-2014
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emrpoems, thank you so much :-) The picture is of 5 year old Nora, the girl Miranda is a nanny for. :-) Brooke
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Sorry about that I did not have on my glasses.
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that's OK :-) The images on the computer are pretty small :-)
Comment from Cedar
This is very well written and it kind of tugged at my old heart. I had to look twice at the picture though, I thought for a second that Sawyer is really changing fast and his hair is growing like crazy (ha). Good stuff my friend. Take care. Bill
reply by the author on 27-Mar-2014
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This is very well written and it kind of tugged at my old heart. I had to look twice at the picture though, I thought for a second that Sawyer is really changing fast and his hair is growing like crazy (ha). Good stuff my friend. Take care. Bill
Comment Written 27-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 27-Mar-2014
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LOL Thanks for the laugh and the review, Bill :-) Yes, he did not age three years and start looking like a girl. LOL Brooke
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The next time you change pictures, you'll have to give me a warning. Something like, "Warning Bill - this is not Sawyer."
Comment from evilynne
This is a great little tribute to the joy we all need to embrace. The writing flows nicely; it is a joy to read something that is easily understood. The picture is great, too!
reply by the author on 27-Mar-2014
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This is a great little tribute to the joy we all need to embrace. The writing flows nicely; it is a joy to read something that is easily understood. The picture is great, too!
Comment Written 27-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 27-Mar-2014
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evilynne, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from Dorothy Farrell
A lovely poem with a good message - consistent syllable count of eight per line except (first line 9 syllables) and a delightful picture enhancing the poem. Regards Dorothy
reply by the author on 27-Mar-2014
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A lovely poem with a good message - consistent syllable count of eight per line except (first line 9 syllables) and a delightful picture enhancing the poem. Regards Dorothy
Comment Written 27-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 27-Mar-2014
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Dorothy, thank you so very much - in my region of the world toward is one syllable - you can go to the audio feature of freedictionary.com to hear it pronounced that way :-) Brooke
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Actually Brooke I did wonder about that word and tried pronouncing it as some American would. For us in Britain you'll have to put t'ward - that should overcome our cultural differences. LOL - should have mentioned what I thought but I'm tired - just back from a few days away on a short holiday and looking forward to bed. (That's another confusing thing - time differences - Dorothy
Comment from Fleedleflump
Clever word choices to enhance the contrasts between joy and unpleasantness (tender touch / grasping clutch) help accentuate this one, Brooke. A short but extremely effective piece.
Mike
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Clever word choices to enhance the contrasts between joy and unpleasantness (tender touch / grasping clutch) help accentuate this one, Brooke. A short but extremely effective piece.
Mike
Comment Written 27-Mar-2014
Comment from playinaround
This was thought provoking. An interesting concept. The picture compliments this poem beautifully. Love is scary sometimes - for sure. Especially if we are not used to it for a while. Maybe its just like riding a bike. I find that I don't appreciate love when it is right in front of me. Until it's too late:(
reply by the author on 27-Mar-2014
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This was thought provoking. An interesting concept. The picture compliments this poem beautifully. Love is scary sometimes - for sure. Especially if we are not used to it for a while. Maybe its just like riding a bike. I find that I don't appreciate love when it is right in front of me. Until it's too late:(
Comment Written 27-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 27-Mar-2014
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Playinaround, thank you so much for your encouraging and generous response to this poem :-) Brooke
