by Wild flower
Omg Xanthe this is an amazing piece:) |
by Baby Rainbow
I remember |
Another beautiful poem Xanthe..i loved everything,every lines.. |
by Decayed
That's... that's... |
by L
Happily yet sadly we can keep those memories within us. I say sadly because as time goes by we tend to forget them. And that's what I think you meant with this piece. We do keep those memories within us but the memories will change. However, I was thinking about the excerpt. It will be interesting to keep the scent in the bottle and uncork it to remember via the scent. Every of our scenes will be reminded by the aroma. So perhaps, just perhaps, if you went back to when you were younger to smell the scent of coffee, vanilla, an pretty much to the place where you were, and smelled the different scents then the memories might be exactly as they were until the scent goes away. :( |
First of all, congrats on winning the challenge! When I received your poem, I was blown away and knew instantly it would win! <3 |
by Jenni
Xanthe you're so enchanting and each of your poems shows that just as well.. this is no exception. |
by Chelsey
But it was half-past four, and the sky |
by Karla
Your poem reminded me of my grandparents and of my friend's father. He's Italian and I had lunch with him last week. My daughter was saying she is learning English so he gave me a reproachful glance and and asked:"Why is she learning English? To speak with you at home? She should be learning Italian to visit your grandparents' land. Then he started to talk about Cosenza and Calabria and my heart...my heart drenched in memories, in thoughts, in pain. I asked him:" Do you still miss Italy?" He answered:"Yes, but everybody is dead. I am more Brazilian than Italian now."But I could see a shadow behind his blue eyes and that longing for his country I once felt for mine too and those things can't be explained in words. We feel them because nothing is like the place where we were born no matter how hard it is to live there. He " held those memories forever". Your poem touched my heart and I know it would break Ms Domenico's heart too if he could read in English. He has a painting of Consenza on a wall in his living room and I am sure he feels what your poems portrays so beautifully as well as my grandmother felt when she was all alone weeping. Beautiful piece Xanthe. I am never tired of reapeating myself and says you are my favourite Poet/ess.May the Gods keep your heart poetic forever. |
by The Queen
First and foremost, well done! The poet has definitely done a good job by responding to the given prompt, accurately, completely and specifically. |