This Poem was Submitted By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2007-01-09 23:11:12 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!To Listen to Music While Reading this Poem, just Click Here!
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The Chenille Bear Stuffed and puffed to the maximum,
a pale dusty chenille bear sits
upon my mantelpiece waiting…
Anticipating the children,
the tiny ones once came to play.
Children now grown that moved away.
There was a day of times long gone
where children filled his world with song
from early morn till dawn and on.
He's true to ones he holds his own,
though many years have long past flown
He linger still to feel such joy….
being tossed about as beloved toy.
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Copyright © January 2007 Dellena Rovito
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2007-01-30 16:17:33
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.76923
Dellena, this is poignant to a factor... it takes the heady exchange of time passing, children laughing, families and warmth- makes it expressly evident for this lonely bear- then returns it with a view of those lost times, "being tossed about as a beloved toy."
It is a resplendent metaphor for the loneliness created in each familiy member, as well as the ignored toy. You sit in the center and see the world passing- such memories take us aback, and yet warm us-
... the reminder,... to remind us... "lingering" to again feel such "joy".
Makes me wonder- what happens when the bear is truly alone; and there is no one to remember? Then again; the joy remains- hidden within the melancholy.
Great Piece!!
This Poem was Critiqued By: marilyn terwilleger On Date: 2007-01-27 15:09:52
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hi D...what a sentimental piece this is. It could easily have been written by any mother or grandmother whose children out grew there precious toys. I often think of my own children, especially my daughter. When she was about 15 yeaars old I went in her bedroom and her bed was covered with dolls and stuffed animals but on her dresser was lipstick eye shadow. I remember thinking of the transition that was taking place. She wanted to grow up but still she hung on to her child toys. This poem reminds me of that and how sad I was to see that she would soon be a woman. Time goes so fast...she is now a grandmother! Nice poem, which gives me wonderful memories...thanks for that.
Cheers...Marilyn
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mary J Coffman On Date: 2007-01-12 08:49:52
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Dellena...
This is precious! To think something so moving and full of warmth can be penned from such a simple thing as an old childhood toy. Your opening verse sets this mood so nicely. "...pale dusty chenille bear...." In this one sentence, you've told us it;s age, how long it's been since it's been played with, how soft the toy is, and what it is. WONDERFUL! So few well chosen words carry so much imagery and reveal so very much. The subtle rhyme scheme is wonderful, and the flow smooth. All in all, this is a very pleasurable read. I enjoyed this so very much! *grins* Here I go .... lost in memories of my own childhood! Thanks for that, Dellena. What a wonderful start to my morning to read the jewel! Brava!!
Warmest,
Mary
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2007-01-10 18:56:20
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Delena,
Your title drew me in immediately, and WOW, I was not disappointed. I simply adore this poem of yours, it sings to the heart and the mind and the telling aloud is like music. I have only one nit; wish I had written this....LOL. This is definitely a treasure, one of your finest.
Lora
This Poem was Critiqued By: James C. Horak On Date: 2007-01-10 10:54:24
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
A sweet poem, Dellena, operating at different levels yet treating its
story with the same delicacy...the mark of accomplishment. Just add an
s to linger ("he linger[s] still to feel such joy..." and this one is off
to the races. I like "till dawn and on", its working with "song" is beautiful.
You've a good ear and your poetry has improved considerably. I think perhaps,
like me, it is becoming something of a way of life for you. There is nothing
better than that. It can keep the heart strong through any travail.
JCH
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2007-01-10 06:04:18
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
If anyone has a Chenille Bear sitting in a room I tend to see it with you poet......looks like, feels like, even sounds like the laughter and joys of children as they play with this chenille bear......my mom (92 when she passed on) had a white stuffed bear and an angel in her bedroom which still sits on her bed or on a shelf in her room. The children (great grandkids) come over and ask if they can go into her room to play knowing what they are searching for perhaps might be the bear but I tend to think it is the memories shared with mom that come to their little minds......they even ask where is memere today? Still in heaven with baby Jesus? Children are priceless, stuffed bears just may fall into that area too. Thanks for posting and sharing with us Del........now I have to go read more of your wonders.......God Bless, Claire
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