A Silent Cry
Viewing comments for Chapter 19 "Some Melancholic Memories"Development of Alzheimer's Disease.
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Comment from Dolly'sPoems
It is our memories that bring us closer to those who have left this earth and without those memories we can sometimes be lost. Your experience has indeed torn your memories from you here, love Dolly x
reply by the author on 18-Aug-2020
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It is our memories that bring us closer to those who have left this earth and without those memories we can sometimes be lost. Your experience has indeed torn your memories from you here, love Dolly x
Comment Written 18-Aug-2020
reply by the author on 18-Aug-2020
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Dolly, thank you for these very kind words.
Comment from estory
This was even better than the last one I read. Again, marvelously composed images fraught with tension, seething under the language. 'Faces gleaming in one another's dreams.' 'Your angels unknown to me, my angels unholy- strangers to you' that really captures this feeling of broken communication of feelings, of seperation in the relationship. Then I just loved this ending, 'It's useless; you are too far away.' The whole effort just collapses there in frustration and despair. Its really powerful and all the emotions just surge across the poem. estory
reply by the author on 17-Aug-2020
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This was even better than the last one I read. Again, marvelously composed images fraught with tension, seething under the language. 'Faces gleaming in one another's dreams.' 'Your angels unknown to me, my angels unholy- strangers to you' that really captures this feeling of broken communication of feelings, of seperation in the relationship. Then I just loved this ending, 'It's useless; you are too far away.' The whole effort just collapses there in frustration and despair. Its really powerful and all the emotions just surge across the poem. estory
Comment Written 17-Aug-2020
reply by the author on 17-Aug-2020
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Thank you once again for this excellent review, and of course for the stars, my dear friend.
Comment from amada
Wonderful lines about a relationship that was...and then it was no more. Your lines are straight to the point but with a touch of a reality that went far away. Another great piece.
reply by the author on 17-Aug-2020
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Wonderful lines about a relationship that was...and then it was no more. Your lines are straight to the point but with a touch of a reality that went far away. Another great piece.
Comment Written 17-Aug-2020
reply by the author on 17-Aug-2020
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Thank you, Amada, for the review. So appreciated!
Comment from Sandra du Plessis
A very well-written heartfelt poem. True love never gives up hope even when we know there is no more hope and nothing will change we keep the memories alive of what were.
reply by the author on 17-Aug-2020
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A very well-written heartfelt poem. True love never gives up hope even when we know there is no more hope and nothing will change we keep the memories alive of what were.
Comment Written 17-Aug-2020
reply by the author on 17-Aug-2020
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Thank you Sandra.
Comment from royowen
I like the way your free verse writing propensities are quite definitely random thought, arranged like the usual stream of consciousness, that the mind in in its collective muddle arranges, although form poetry is similar, one's mind arranges them differently. Some people may think I have an ordered mind, but I definitely do not. Well done, Marjon, great sharing, blessings, Roy
reply by the author on 17-Aug-2020
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I like the way your free verse writing propensities are quite definitely random thought, arranged like the usual stream of consciousness, that the mind in in its collective muddle arranges, although form poetry is similar, one's mind arranges them differently. Some people may think I have an ordered mind, but I definitely do not. Well done, Marjon, great sharing, blessings, Roy
Comment Written 16-Aug-2020
reply by the author on 17-Aug-2020
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Roy, thanks for a great review.
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Welcome Marjon
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Happy smiles.
Comment from Gypsy Blue Rose
Some Melancholic Memories
by Marjon van Bruggen
Hello, Marjon,
Beautiful poem, my friend. I love these lines....
...your smoke in my hair.
We who passed one another in shadows
spread under the cracks of doors..... Great imagery. So close and yet so far. Well done.
reply by the author on 16-Aug-2020
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Some Melancholic Memories
by Marjon van Bruggen
Hello, Marjon,
Beautiful poem, my friend. I love these lines....
...your smoke in my hair.
We who passed one another in shadows
spread under the cracks of doors..... Great imagery. So close and yet so far. Well done.
Comment Written 16-Aug-2020
reply by the author on 16-Aug-2020
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Gypsy, thanks for the review, my friend.
Comment from Jannypan (Jan)
Your words, Marjon, show the way you felt as he was falling further and further away form you most of the time. You were trying to remember the happier times, but they too, were out of reach for the most part. It was his need at the time that consumed you.
Thanks for sharing.
Respectfully, Jan
reply by the author on 16-Aug-2020
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Your words, Marjon, show the way you felt as he was falling further and further away form you most of the time. You were trying to remember the happier times, but they too, were out of reach for the most part. It was his need at the time that consumed you.
Thanks for sharing.
Respectfully, Jan
Comment Written 16-Aug-2020
reply by the author on 16-Aug-2020
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Jan, thanks for reviewing.
Comment from Alchera
I love it all!
Five different Epiphanies derive from the five poetic stanzas described by the poetess immersed in her eternal pain of the loss of her premature partner. Immobile, she had to accept her own destiny.
In the first stanza there is a note of joy out coming from the past. How far were the adversities of their future life and happiness that reigned supreme!
In the second stanza a sweet memento of their past life arises as they both read and accepted adverse pieces of news as they sat on their wooden chairs and Carlo used to blow his cigarette smoke into his wife's hair, joking joyfully.
In the third stanza it is clear how their first meeting was almost hidden in the shade under the cracks of out doors, narrating their religious belonging to both unknown.
Now she prays in the vast solitude of the present, kneeling alone in her white house, and well knows that it is all useless because, he no longer belongs to her. He is essence and substance and belongs to the entire universe. He has return to Mother Earth! Great delicate work permeated of Nostalgia!
reply by the author on 16-Aug-2020
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I love it all!
Five different Epiphanies derive from the five poetic stanzas described by the poetess immersed in her eternal pain of the loss of her premature partner. Immobile, she had to accept her own destiny.
In the first stanza there is a note of joy out coming from the past. How far were the adversities of their future life and happiness that reigned supreme!
In the second stanza a sweet memento of their past life arises as they both read and accepted adverse pieces of news as they sat on their wooden chairs and Carlo used to blow his cigarette smoke into his wife's hair, joking joyfully.
In the third stanza it is clear how their first meeting was almost hidden in the shade under the cracks of out doors, narrating their religious belonging to both unknown.
Now she prays in the vast solitude of the present, kneeling alone in her white house, and well knows that it is all useless because, he no longer belongs to her. He is essence and substance and belongs to the entire universe. He has return to Mother Earth! Great delicate work permeated of Nostalgia!
Comment Written 16-Aug-2020
reply by the author on 16-Aug-2020
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Tony, for the umpthiest time: Thank you for your great review and six stars!
Comment from equestrik
The sadness and loneliness are strongly felt in this write. I especially like the line:'faces gleamed in one another's dreams.' Well expressed emotion here.
reply by the author on 16-Aug-2020
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The sadness and loneliness are strongly felt in this write. I especially like the line:'faces gleamed in one another's dreams.' Well expressed emotion here.
Comment Written 16-Aug-2020
reply by the author on 16-Aug-2020
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Thanks for the review!
Comment from Suzanna Ray
Dear Marjon, again it is the Author's Notes that lets us know what was happening to you, inside.
Your poem describes what used to be and what you did then (when he was whole)
and how you coped. ( a whole lot of praying )
I did have a question. What is 'black news' ?
reply by the author on 16-Aug-2020
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Dear Marjon, again it is the Author's Notes that lets us know what was happening to you, inside.
Your poem describes what used to be and what you did then (when he was whole)
and how you coped. ( a whole lot of praying )
I did have a question. What is 'black news' ?
Comment Written 16-Aug-2020
reply by the author on 16-Aug-2020
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Black news is for me a short word for all news about wars, violence, murders, rapes, missing children, shootings in school, etc. It is at least three quarters of the "news-time" occupying. Seems there is each day less good news to bring. Thanks for the review, Suzanna!I did feel guilty, but I still had it from time to time.
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Please copy and paste your description of Black News into your Author?s notes. There will be other reviewers asking.
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I'll do that. Thanks for the tip.
