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Another Time Gone are the days of black and whites captivated by mysterious movies of life. When a woman was distressed she was promptly put to rest. Secured in her boudoir till the doctor came to call. Whispers of frailty spoken by all. Sedated and pampered through days to nights then cordially sent on vacation out of sight. Mending with her woes away from the world in order to heal nothing to intrude her fragile ideal. When time passed her strength regained safely escorted home soundly rested and sane. In modern times came the change to this trend sad women fight to heal till the very end. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mandie J Overocker On Date: 2011-03-02 18:44:46
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.66667
Deni,
This is a delightful, thought-provoking piece. With occasional rhymes the wisp the reader down the lines and phrases that tell a story and paint a clear picture of time long ago. I imagine if I had to 'go away' until I was better, on the one hand I would be relieved, no pressure to deal with everyday life, just focus on getting well. On the other hand, a lot of what I struggle with has to do with knowing my own self worth, connecting with other people, essentially being okay with 'being seen.' In that case going away until i got better would likely be more of a hindrance to me than a help, as I would just become more reclusive and then become angry that no one could "see" me or know me - all of me - not just the 'happy' and 'okay' mask I wear when I am out around people who have no idea how terribly depressed I am inside. This piece really made me think - a lot...it is well written and true to boot! Gone are the days...Nice job!
Mandie