This Poem was Submitted By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2011-10-22 19:59:30 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Light's Night

gone, the heavens sweet baby blues  remembered from times long past clarity's blessings were not to last dark blustery clouds vomit rain  and dreams drown in the puddle of every day that slipped away muddled and dirty lie the waters  so like the mood affecting mind sunshine radiates without a sign dim lit skies show of murky gray vitality plays dull and wanes away into every crevice north winds blow life moves inward as cryonic repose sleep of the dead is the withered rose       grueling existence rears it's head winter's coldness has claimed it's bed

Copyright © October 2011 Dellena Rovito

This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2011-11-05 11:53:13
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.83333
Dellena, what first struck me was the impressions of inclimate weather to dour moods. The “baby blues” sets it off- with the impressionist painting of rain contrasting the lost of the past. I wondered; having a emotions rise with the reading, and welcoming the largess of the issue (which I believe I have grasped from your writing) why my feelings so akin, actually grasped for the moment with such fervency. Analyzing myself in your poignant verse, I came again to understand me much better; the part of me that through sadness and melancholy of living, has come to see such emotions as much as my best friend, as I see it as undesirable; to wit- a sadness best dealt with with joy. So, there I am, at winter’s metaphoric bed; and finding myself rereading several more times because it scratches the itch that needs nourishment. Well said lady, well said.

This Poem was Critiqued By: cheyenne smyth On Date: 2011-10-24 15:00:05
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hi Dellena, This is a fabulous poem and one I enjoyed reading several times. In the beginning I thought you were writing about the soul's depression you painted into every line. Imagine my surprise and delight when I read winter's coldness has claimed it's bed. Armed with that information I read it again and your descriptive words speak so clearly of winter's arrival. Your word selections are a compliment to your talent as a poet. You have not posted a poem in a long time and I hope you are well. Your last verse is especially powerful. Well done. Best wishes, cheyenne
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