Comment from Leineco

Excellent

This is so powerful, for a minute I forgot
it was a nonet. Your poem expresses heartbreak, grief
and the attempt to deal with monumental loss.

Outstanding Write! I truly wish you luck in the voting booth!!

 Comment Written 22-Aug-2016

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reply by the author on 22-Aug-2016

Thanks for the review. Little things can hold such memories when someone dies. I remember my mom came to visit me in Tanzania and I was okay when she left, but missing her, then I found her little pink sock under the bed a week later, wahh. Cheers, j

Comment from RYME4U

Excellent

This is very well written. You have stuck to the nonet pattern perfectly. It is emotional and descriptive, You have done a great job.

 Comment Written 22-Aug-2016

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reply by the author on 22-Aug-2016

Thanks for the review. I remember once my mom came to visit me here in Tanzania and when she left i was missing her but not so much until I found her little sock under the bed, wah. We laugh about it now, but it was something of hers that made me miss her more. Cheers, j

Comment from Cynthia1

Excellent

So much is expressed in these brief words. This is a beautifully expressed nonet; it is well written and follows the correct structure.
Cynthia1

 Comment Written 22-Aug-2016

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reply by the author on 22-Aug-2016

Thanks for the review, Funny how something as simple as his jacket would become such a precious anchor for her, cheers, j

reply by Cynthia1 on 22-Aug-2016

Yes, even the simplest items sometimes become treasures.

Comment from Judy Couch

Excellent

This poem addresses the issue of grief well. I like the idea of connecting it to a tangible object. It makes it easier to identify with the character in your poem.

 Comment Written 22-Aug-2016

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reply by the author on 22-Aug-2016

Thanks for the review. When my mom came to visit me then left, I didn't miss her until I found her sock under the bed, hah cheers, j

Comment from RodG

Excellent

I really like this narrative nonet which makes one ponder about both mother and son. Why is the jacket so important to her NOW? What has become of the son?
Perhaps you could enlarge this into a short story. Do you write them? Rod

 Comment Written 21-Aug-2016

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reply by the author on 21-Aug-2016

Thanks for the review. A mere jacket hung on a chair, treated so casually then, is now so important to her because he son has died. judester

reply by RodG on 21-Aug-2016

I should have read closer as I did not see the implication of death. Still, there is a longer story here that I know you could tell well. Rod

reply by the author on 21-Aug-2016

Thanks for the reply Rod. When I was in high school we used to party at a holiday inn. My boyfriend's brother was goofing around upstairs and fell through the spiral staircase and died. I remembered going to his house a couple days later and through the kitchen door, I saw his mother stroking his school jacket that hung on the kitchen chair. It really struck me, I tiptoed away and I think it was the first time I had seen real grief. I have written a few poems, trying to capture this glimpse. Maybe next time there is a prompt for grief, I will expand. Cheers, judester

Comment from Dean Kuch

Excellent

I'm wondering if the "he" she's remembering or referring to has died, or if he simply moved away one day never to return?
The relevancy of what happened to him exactly is really irrelevant, I suppose. Whether our true love simply up and leaves one day, or dies, a loss is still a loss, and one feels nearly as bad as the other.
Best of luck to you in the Nonet contest.

 Comment Written 21-Aug-2016

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reply by the author on 21-Aug-2016

Thanks for the review Dean. Something so simple as a jacket, hanging on the chair, now means so much to her because he has died. judester