The Days When He Was A Kid
The sad slide into Alziemmer's18 total reviews
Comment from Mama Fish
What I like about poetry is the freedom it gives to be yourself and express your thoughts as you like. "No rhyme, no meter and no real shape" to me just means free verse poetry. And, this is what you accomplished with this poem - the freedom to express your thoughts in a nice fashion.
reply by the author on 02-Aug-2016
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What I like about poetry is the freedom it gives to be yourself and express your thoughts as you like. "No rhyme, no meter and no real shape" to me just means free verse poetry. And, this is what you accomplished with this poem - the freedom to express your thoughts in a nice fashion.
Comment Written 02-Aug-2016
reply by the author on 02-Aug-2016
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Thank you Mama Fish. This is in fact based on my father-in-law. He's now slipping into advanced Alziemmers and is sadly locked into those days of his youth.
You review is much appreciated
Comment from PoemsOfDD
Bob, I enjoyed this poem and found it quite effective in the impression it left.
This reads like a nostalgic story - the days when he was a kid - walking the reader down memory lane and then, by the end, it left the reader feeling somewhat sad because of the melancholy path it took. A lonely figure sitting in his room staring out the window with no one now. Thank you for sharing it. ~DD
reply by the author on 02-Aug-2016
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Bob, I enjoyed this poem and found it quite effective in the impression it left.
This reads like a nostalgic story - the days when he was a kid - walking the reader down memory lane and then, by the end, it left the reader feeling somewhat sad because of the melancholy path it took. A lonely figure sitting in his room staring out the window with no one now. Thank you for sharing it. ~DD
Comment Written 02-Aug-2016
reply by the author on 02-Aug-2016
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It's not so much nostalgic as it is sad. It's the story of my father-in-law as he slides further into the world of dementia. He recalls his childhood and nothing else. Thanks for taking the time to review
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I felt the sadness Bob. I'm sorry to hear about your father-in-law's dementia. If only blowing out a candle and making a wish could fix things. I would have an endless supply of candles if it were so. ~DD
Comment from nor84
Might be what they call free verse, Bob.
Didn't know you wrote poetry. I do too, rarely. Won a couple of contests, though, when the words just popped into my head.
Good to see you back writing!
reply by the author on 01-Aug-2016
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Might be what they call free verse, Bob.
Didn't know you wrote poetry. I do too, rarely. Won a couple of contests, though, when the words just popped into my head.
Good to see you back writing!
Comment Written 01-Aug-2016
reply by the author on 01-Aug-2016
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Thank you Norma. Not doing too much yet. Hope to get back to Calin in the next week or so. Must confess I'm being a little lazy at the moment.
Everything is progressing well.
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Before I send the next part, would you like me to cut down what you have to do? I don't see a reason you need to OK a change in punctuation, for example. It would cut down the stuff you have to deal with. I could just make those changes, and anything else you feel comfortable with, like paragraphing or some grammar stuff. Of course, I wouldn't make major changes, and would continue to make suggestions and comments. Whatever you want. See what you think when you look at the draft of Part I.
Comment from Nika2016
Actually...it is very good and the repeating lines tie it together..It is free verse...no rhymes needed...
Great first free verse...
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reply by the author on 01-Aug-2016
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Actually...it is very good and the repeating lines tie it together..It is free verse...no rhymes needed...
Great first free verse...
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Comment Written 01-Aug-2016
reply by the author on 01-Aug-2016
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Thank you Nika. Your words of encouragement are much appreciated
Comment from Dean Kuch
Hello, Bob. I hadn't seen a post from you for awhile, it's nice to be able to read you yet again.
I loved this melancholy reminiscent free verse musing, this stroll down your own memory lane.
I especially enjoyed the following stanza:
She opened the door
Let yesterday in
Saw what it did on his face
The smile takes him home to
The days when he was a kid ...Who says we can never go home again, if only in our minds?
Nice work, sir
Thanks for thinking enough to share this to allow me (us) to tag along...
reply by the author on 01-Aug-2016
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Hello, Bob. I hadn't seen a post from you for awhile, it's nice to be able to read you yet again.
I loved this melancholy reminiscent free verse musing, this stroll down your own memory lane.
I especially enjoyed the following stanza:
She opened the door
Let yesterday in
Saw what it did on his face
The smile takes him home to
The days when he was a kid ...Who says we can never go home again, if only in our minds?
Nice work, sir
Thanks for thinking enough to share this to allow me (us) to tag along...
Comment Written 01-Aug-2016
reply by the author on 01-Aug-2016
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Dean,
Thanks so much for the kind review. I have been missing awhile. We holidayed for 9 weeks in Canada and the US then returned home to be told I needed a quadruple bypass. My own horror story.
With the operation performed 2 weeks ago tomorrow, I'm slowly getting there. Reviews like yours sure help in the recovery process
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No worries, Bob, and I heard about your bypass surgery.
My thoughts and prayers were with you, buddy. I pray you'll have a full recovery.
It's great to have you back.
Comment from tbacha58
Now yesterday's faded
The friends are all gone
He's all alone in his room
Retreats to a place he feels safe
The days when he was a kid
Hi Bob, I really don't know what is happening to all of the fuss, we are so much living in the past, and it does hurt. I just came back from a year off, and I felt many writers have gone to the same place as in your poem. With them its different, I am so sad with my poem I posted a few days ago, a relathionshi of 45 years just rolled to the empty ocean. I loved your poem, it has its own depth .
and charm. Terry xoxo
reply by the author on 01-Aug-2016
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Now yesterday's faded
The friends are all gone
He's all alone in his room
Retreats to a place he feels safe
The days when he was a kid
Hi Bob, I really don't know what is happening to all of the fuss, we are so much living in the past, and it does hurt. I just came back from a year off, and I felt many writers have gone to the same place as in your poem. With them its different, I am so sad with my poem I posted a few days ago, a relathionshi of 45 years just rolled to the empty ocean. I loved your poem, it has its own depth .
and charm. Terry xoxo
Comment Written 01-Aug-2016
reply by the author on 01-Aug-2016
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Thank you Terry.
Let me assure you your six star is the best medicine I've taken in the past two weeks and believe me I've taken some. I had an open heart operation two weeks ago tomorrow.
Thank you for your generous review
Comment from Marykelly
The message I get from this poem is the haven we all find in childhood when we depended on others and felt safe and loved. It's a good place to retreat to especially when age leads to infirmity as I suspect the character in this poem is experiencing. The details of the tree where he smoked, the sagging clothesline, the radio playing give reality to his memories and the haven where he was a kid.
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reply by the author on 01-Aug-2016
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The message I get from this poem is the haven we all find in childhood when we depended on others and felt safe and loved. It's a good place to retreat to especially when age leads to infirmity as I suspect the character in this poem is experiencing. The details of the tree where he smoked, the sagging clothesline, the radio playing give reality to his memories and the haven where he was a kid.
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Comment Written 01-Aug-2016
reply by the author on 01-Aug-2016
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Thank you Mary Kelly. Actually it was written about my father-in-law who is suffering from Alziemmers. He is now confined to his childhood. Your comments are greatly appreciated
Comment from RoostyNester
I liked your poem about getting old. It was well written and carried the reader through his life. Memories of our youth are carried with us all. Maybe that's what God intended...in the end, we become that young child again.
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reply by the author on 01-Aug-2016
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I liked your poem about getting old. It was well written and carried the reader through his life. Memories of our youth are carried with us all. Maybe that's what God intended...in the end, we become that young child again.
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Comment Written 01-Aug-2016
reply by the author on 01-Aug-2016
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This is about my father-in-law. Sadly he's now confined to his childhood through Alziemmers. It really is a horrid illness to suffer and an even worse one for the family to observe
