Once were gold
Rondel25 total reviews
Comment from MissMerri
I thought this Rondel was exceptionally beautiful. I see nothing at all that could improve it. I suspect it will do quite well in this contest. It has everything good poetry should contain to make it a stand-out piece. Best wishes, and a very happy new year to you. MM.
reply by the author on 31-Dec-2018
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I thought this Rondel was exceptionally beautiful. I see nothing at all that could improve it. I suspect it will do quite well in this contest. It has everything good poetry should contain to make it a stand-out piece. Best wishes, and a very happy new year to you. MM.
Comment Written 30-Dec-2018
reply by the author on 31-Dec-2018
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Adonna, thank you. What a lovely review.
Only scrambled into a tie for third place in the voting. As usual, I thought it should have done better.
Peaceful New Year's morning here - we are basically the first in the world to sail into 2019 - looks pretty good so far! I will be sanding and polishing floors for the next few days - hot and dusty work and not much time for poetry writing!
happy New Year to you too,
Steve
Comment from jenintorre
This is a great rondel poem. Very sad and poignant. The reputation works really well.
I wish you lots of luck in the competition. Best wishes. Jen.
reply by the author on 28-Dec-2018
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This is a great rondel poem. Very sad and poignant. The reputation works really well.
I wish you lots of luck in the competition. Best wishes. Jen.
Comment Written 28-Dec-2018
reply by the author on 28-Dec-2018
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Thank you for the kind words.
Steve
Comment from Lulube
Having it all then losing that which counts, truly a sad ending. what's to give the will to live a boost? Great rhyming, nice style to write this in. I enjoyed this one.
lulube
reply by the author on 28-Dec-2018
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Having it all then losing that which counts, truly a sad ending. what's to give the will to live a boost? Great rhyming, nice style to write this in. I enjoyed this one.
lulube
Comment Written 27-Dec-2018
reply by the author on 28-Dec-2018
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Thank you! Yes, this one came from the gloomy side.
Steve
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expelling the negative, whatever works
lulube
Comment from tbacha58
How sweet her delight in simple play,
Someday, without me, she'll take to the sky,
Brave little fledgling, ready to fly.
We must hold these moments while we may
On the carousel, on a summer's day.
I read this poem, and I couldn't continue it until I finished crying. I really do hope it is not a true story about you. Of course very well written, full of emotions, sadness with no help. Terry xoxo
reply by the author on 28-Dec-2018
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How sweet her delight in simple play,
Someday, without me, she'll take to the sky,
Brave little fledgling, ready to fly.
We must hold these moments while we may
On the carousel, on a summer's day.
I read this poem, and I couldn't continue it until I finished crying. I really do hope it is not a true story about you. Of course very well written, full of emotions, sadness with no help. Terry xoxo
Comment Written 27-Dec-2018
reply by the author on 28-Dec-2018
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Terry, thanks so much for the lovely review and the six shiny stars.
Steve
Comment from LIJ Red
Time accidentally wipes us out. The old graves get no flowers, no one is really close to his great grandfather except as a pal...yep, better grab them while they are shiny. The rondel seems to be of excellent craftsmanship...
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2018
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Time accidentally wipes us out. The old graves get no flowers, no one is really close to his great grandfather except as a pal...yep, better grab them while they are shiny. The rondel seems to be of excellent craftsmanship...
Comment Written 27-Dec-2018
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2018
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Thank you. Yep, Time is the boss of everything.
Comment from kiwijenny
Aw this is sadness photo-sonified. Memories are all that's left and you mourn.
What tarnished those golden memories? The world grows cold..
the days tick by....tick tick tick
God bless and have a great New Year
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2018
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Aw this is sadness photo-sonified. Memories are all that's left and you mourn.
What tarnished those golden memories? The world grows cold..
the days tick by....tick tick tick
God bless and have a great New Year
Comment Written 27-Dec-2018
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2018
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Thank you.
Must have been in a gloomy old mood when I wrote this, huh?
Comment from donette1914
wow outstanding and so talented!!!
very creative and its so nice to read your well penned work
i love the artwork as it complainants your work
i hope you do well in the contest and it was a pleasure
donette1914 dec 27 2018
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2018
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wow outstanding and so talented!!!
very creative and its so nice to read your well penned work
i love the artwork as it complainants your work
i hope you do well in the contest and it was a pleasure
donette1914 dec 27 2018
Comment Written 27-Dec-2018
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2018
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Thank you so much for the kind words.
Comment from TPAC
I like the illustrated pacing of views in this write, given political views detecting cold extremes, appealing to my interests stated realms. All in my opinion of this write.
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2018
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I like the illustrated pacing of views in this write, given political views detecting cold extremes, appealing to my interests stated realms. All in my opinion of this write.
Comment Written 26-Dec-2018
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2018
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Thanks for stopping by.
Steve
Comment from Dean Kuch
No truer words could have ever been written concerning love and loss, Anonymous Poet.
When we lose someone we love dearly it tears a gaping hole in the fabric of our hearts. They take a piece of us with them when they go.
It matters not if we lose them to the cruel clutches of death, the cold confines of the grave. Or, they simply decide one day to up and walk away out of our lives for good and never look back.
Like any rip or tear in most fabrics, that hole can and will be mended in time--if the seamstress is skilled enough.
Still, no matter how skilled the seamstress might be, the evidence that a hole was once there lingers forever.
Good luck in your contest.
Happy New Year to you & yours...
~Dean
reply by the author on 26-Dec-2018
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No truer words could have ever been written concerning love and loss, Anonymous Poet.
When we lose someone we love dearly it tears a gaping hole in the fabric of our hearts. They take a piece of us with them when they go.
It matters not if we lose them to the cruel clutches of death, the cold confines of the grave. Or, they simply decide one day to up and walk away out of our lives for good and never look back.
Like any rip or tear in most fabrics, that hole can and will be mended in time--if the seamstress is skilled enough.
Still, no matter how skilled the seamstress might be, the evidence that a hole was once there lingers forever.
Good luck in your contest.
Happy New Year to you & yours...
~Dean
Comment Written 26-Dec-2018
reply by the author on 26-Dec-2018
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Dean, thank you for your kind thoughts and your insightful words about my poem. Strangely, most reviewers don't seem to have grasped that this is about the effects of loss...
Comment from Gert sherwood
Hello author
your entry for the Rondel Poetry contest is sad, but I will say very well written with emotions example this
Those memories that once were gold
lie tarnished now, a dusty pile
It expresses being so lonely Gert
reply by the author on 26-Dec-2018
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Hello author
your entry for the Rondel Poetry contest is sad, but I will say very well written with emotions example this
Those memories that once were gold
lie tarnished now, a dusty pile
It expresses being so lonely Gert
Comment Written 26-Dec-2018
reply by the author on 26-Dec-2018
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Gert, thank you for your very kind words.
