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Comment from rama devi
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This is hilarious. I enjoyed your wit in these lines, especially;



Your store list has Depends 'n Tums
Have doldrums


and:

Laugh when you speak
You'll start to leak

and:

Stiffness is in
You, but not him


Love the rhymes, too, especially the first stanza and the slant rhymes here as well:

Your memory harbors passions
Now on ration


Pitch perfect closing shift in perspective:

But be grateful and full of glee
God's gift you see
Enjoy each day
The carefree way


Flawless meter too.

Thanks for a highly entertaining (and accurate!) write...

Namaste,
rd

 Comment Written 09-Sep-2018


reply by the author on 09-Sep-2018
    Thank you so much for this scintillating review. It means more to me to give pleasure with my poetry than winning any contest. Hugs, Trisha
    Nameste
reply by rama devi on 10-Sep-2018
    Yay! Namaste! :)
Comment from zlp22
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Good and very true poem. Perfect picture. Getting old is something we cannot stop so you just better just enjoy it. Good flow of words makes this a fun and easy read.

 Comment Written 09-Sep-2018


reply by the author on 09-Sep-2018
    Thanks, I am happy you liked the Minute style. I appreciate your positive review
    Hugs,Trisha
Comment from RodG
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The effects of aging, no matter if you are male or female, are not fun to look at in a mirror. I like your Speaker's ability to laugh at herself yet retain what's really important--a positive outlook. Rod

 Comment Written 09-Sep-2018


reply by the author on 09-Sep-2018
    Thanks, Rod The speaker has found humor has set her a high limbo bar. Don?t look at mirrors and listen to her inner younger inner self. LOL I appreciate your kind review
    Hugs Trisha
Comment from Karol Bond
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Very well done. My mother had a hard time with the reflection in the mirror as she got older. I couldn't understand why. She was always so beautiful to me at every age. Good luck with the contest.;)

 Comment Written 09-Sep-2018


reply by the author on 09-Sep-2018
    My mother did too, but it came in the form of wistfully complimenting my .looks. Now it?s time that bothers me I?m 70 and getting anxious how much I have left. Thanks for your kind review.
    Hugs, Trisha
Comment from Flyaway1
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I liked the way you wrote this poem as if I was taking little breaths as I spoke. I felt like I was trying to talk while jogging.
The picture you used made me think about exercising .
I related to every word. I am 58 saying goodbye to my last bit of youth. I don't mind wrinkles so much and I let my hair grow grey.. The leaking is hard for me to accept along w the pantry liners. I find this discouraging.
It's realuzing every piece of me is aging. I somehow adjust to each change, because I get used to it. But if I were to make a list it would be quite long.

I do feel blessed that my genetics are good. My mom turns 80!this week. The age gap is closing.

It's very wierd to see my own children aging.

Life goes so fast.

Your poem resonates w me, because just last night, I was thinking how the changes in my body were riobbing me of my dignity .


A young mind in a old body.

It seems like everyday there is some new change.

I read such research that says that women in their fifties are not usually sees. By that, I mean young women in a store are seen and seniors are notice. However, the fifty into sixty is a grey area.

I am trying to make my aging fun. I jhave added tattoos and ear piercings. There is also a confidence I am gaining that I didn't have when I was younger .

Embracing and resisting at the same time.

Thoughtful read. Thanks for writing this.









 Comment Written 09-Sep-2018


reply by the author on 09-Sep-2018
    You are very welcome. I agree with your list. The most important thing is to love life while you are healthy. I?ve had 3 possible life threatening health situations plus Parkinson?s and I?m 70 now. I live as aggressively (strongly) as I can. I search for ways to overcome as much as I can. Love yourself first.
    Thanks so much for your wondeful review and six stars,hugs, Trisha
Comment from Grace Fletcher
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lol... Thanks for that. I liked the good humour in this, and indeed the message. We should enjoy life in a carefree way, as we're here for an ever so short time. I do notice changes to myself in the mirror and it's hard not to let vanity get in the way, but hey! I'm still alive. I enjoyed this. :)

 Comment Written 09-Sep-2018


reply by the author on 09-Sep-2018
    WELL! I take my welcome, back. You?re an accomplished writer, not the newbie I thought.
    Thank you for your kind review. And wecome BACK
    Hugs, Trisha
reply by Grace Fletcher on 09-Sep-2018
    Haha! Hi there, Trisha. I'm only now making my way through the replies. Yes, I've been around the block a bit. Starting to feel a bit battered by the writing world. I was a member of a number of social media groups, but I find people are a lot less moany on FanStory! :)) Have a lovely Sunday, and I hope to see more of you! <3
reply by the author on 09-Sep-2018
    I wish the same for you too
Comment from Dolly'sPoems
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This is a risque write Trisha and I love the sentiments, we should not succumb to old age especially in the mind, keeping it open to new things is paramount for our happiness, wise words, love Dolly x

 Comment Written 09-Sep-2018


reply by the author on 09-Sep-2018
    Risqué - me? Surely you jest!!!! Thanks so much Dolly. I appreciate your reviews
    Hugs, Trisha