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Seasons of Change

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A collection of 30 poems in thirty days

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Comment from karenina
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I'm almost sad that I realize I am coming to the end of this NaPoWriMo journey.

It is a real thing then? We who have outlived out youth truly do have these dialogues with out bodies?

(I thought perhaps I was "round the bend!)

It's true...the old bones creak...I have enough "bags" under mye yes to pack for a week's trip...I get near everything I want to get done, but it takes a long while.

Still?

I'd like to tell you--just like you--my body which a few years back I considered a traitor for unmasking the years accrued is now a trusted friend...

Reminds me of a poem I wrote some time ago (and I don't think I ever posted it)--the lines I recall are:

"And if my body does not bend
with all the grace it did back then...
and if I do not speak, in truth,
with the simplicity of youth...
At least, at last, I've come to see
It's really quite alright with me!"

Blessings,

Karenina

 Comment Written 02-May-2023


reply by the author on 02-May-2023
    I love your poem.
reply by karenina on 03-May-2023
    The feeling, as the saying goes...

    Is mutual!
Comment from Kerry Foley
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Hello there, my friend this is another well done poem.

It's very enjoyable, you have great imagery throughout.

I love this part "treasured, like old cars, but rusted.
Wintry morns bring warnings; old bones retired."

Beautiful-- Kerry

 Comment Written 26-Apr-2023


reply by the author on 26-Apr-2023
    Kerry, thank you for your kind words.
reply by Kerry Foley on 26-Apr-2023
    Welcome
Comment from Chrissy710
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HI JLR yes i can identify with every line lol. Well put and as our body slows down etc, hopefully our brains keeps young ( although memory is sometimes a bit suss lol) Again well written pentameter a favourite of mine
Cheers Chris Coffee's up soon


 Comment Written 25-Apr-2023


reply by the author on 26-Apr-2023
    Chris, hope that cup was perfect to move you along your merry way.
Comment from MissMerri
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Wonderfully clever poem, one that I, and perhaps many on this site can readily relate to. I loved the last stanza especially:
"My friend, my friend, what a journey we've had.
Many long years, some roads not so mellow,
you've carried my bones without getting mad
So thanks! You're no quitter, my good fellow."

What clever descriptions you've used! Well done!

 Comment Written 25-Apr-2023


reply by the author on 25-Apr-2023
    Thank you Miss Meri.
Comment from Thesis
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I can really relate to this. As we mature and realize we can no longer do what we once did, there is sadness. But, if we've lived a good life and can accept where we are in our journey, we can appreciate our accomplishments.

 Comment Written 25-Apr-2023


reply by the author on 25-Apr-2023
    Thank you for your comments.
Comment from Bill Schott
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This poem, Seasons of the Body, presented with four ABAB-rhymed quatrains, finds a time for thanks to oneself for making the trip and still willing to go to the end. Nice.

 Comment Written 25-Apr-2023


reply by the author on 25-Apr-2023
    Thank you! As always, sir!
Comment from Julie Lau
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A beautifully constructed tribute to your aging body: I have one of those too. I'm never quite sure what new signs of change (seldom good) that I will see upon the morrow. The bod is becoming less my friend and more of a burden. (gloom, gloom) Oh well, it's had a good run.

 Comment Written 25-Apr-2023


reply by the author on 25-Apr-2023
    Julie, I certainly understand the sentiment, some mornings my Ughs take longer to go away.
Comment from Wendy G
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Very nice,and I can totally relate. The first stanza was so apt I started chuckling. But yes, my "friend" is starting to feel a bit weary too, but it has done a great job getting me this far. Very well written.
Wendy

 Comment Written 24-Apr-2023


reply by the author on 25-Apr-2023
    Wendy, I smile back, I too have days that those first ughs of a new day seem to linger more than in the past. But I celebrate each morning, when I rise and hit the floor feet first.
Comment from lyenochka
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I like the gentle way you address your physical body and call it, "Friend" which is a great way to honor our hardworking earthly tent. My favorite line was the reminiscing one : "Somewhere screenplays
have bushwhacked teen days soundtrack of laughter". Great poem!

 Comment Written 24-Apr-2023


reply by the author on 25-Apr-2023
    Helen thank you. I appreciate your supportive comments. Five days left to remain in focus and on target. Good luck.....
Comment from Pam (respa)
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-Nice image and presentation.
-Your notes are appreciated.
-Your imagery is vivid, and the rhyme is good.
-The short phrases within each line
create a cadence like trying
to walk because you want to get somewhere,
but it doesn't always happen.
-The verse about nighttime is a good example
"Sometimes dented, broken, ailing, just tired...
like old cars, but rusted."
-A very good concluding verse, as well.
-You continue to do a great job with this project.

 Comment Written 24-Apr-2023


reply by the author on 24-Apr-2023
    Thanks again Pam
reply by Pam (respa) on 24-Apr-2023
    You are welcome, Jim.