Awesome piece here. Very pretty. I like the bruised sky concept. Please keep writing!

~Anna~ ^_^

It's hard to call this lovely because of the subject matter, but it is full of love and delicately written.

Incredibly strong poem.

A moment captured, perfectly

everyone of these is well written and every last line ryhmes with another its very cleaver

Short and sweet love the last line and how it used feet and meet it is lovely

"Dreams come more often than darkness." What an intriguing line! :)

"And the poppy droops with death." Brilliant line.

I like the way the poem started off being positive and set in that direction, and then slowly lets the darkness chew hopes away..

The discrepancy between the title and the actual poem is fascinating... but we're not really whether the death of the old lady is actually a 'good' or 'bad' thing; Indeed, it depends on whether we consider Death to be but the end, or the beginning of something else.

I really liked how you indirectly described the old lady (you never say the person is old), through images really often associated with age, like : weary, wisdom, wrinkled lips, fading face... of course, it isn't the face that's fading, but life which is gradually leaving it...

Yet, in a way, I think we could also imagine that wrinkles (a word we find in the previous sentence) are actually the one slowly making the traits of her face fading, (over the years of course!)

In the first line, Dreams are, in a way, associated with the light, in line 3. This is quite, in a way, ironical, because even though 'Dreams (light) come more often that darkness', it is eventually 'darkened times' (darkness) that prevail over the light! (life) Indeed, even if darkness do not come more often that dreams, well... its weight is also much heavier than dreams...

What does the 'light' refers to? The light of God? Of Life? Of 'good'?

The sentence 'a wisdom told from wrinkled lips' is actually quite interesting, since all signs of age are focused on her lips : weary smile, wrinkled lips, words that walked a mile... as if she had lived through the umpteen words she must have spoken during her long life. Words, in a way, could been seen as a sort of 'embodiment' of life itself. Which is the case in a sense, since this elderly women only lived through the 4 sentences of your poem, even though it seems not enough to contain the whole of her life. And indeed, you only tell us about the very last minutes of her life... or maybe the very first?


It's funny how I always find so much to say over short 4-lines poems xD
I really enjoyed reading and commenting this poem... great job :)

This is more somber than most of your poems -- almost a funeral dirge. "...hope to keep her face in light/But darkened times were heavy..." -- good lines packed with deep meaning.

Beautiful, as always! It seems I always say that with your writing! I need to think of a new praise... :) I love how they are so sweet and to the point. Sigh. Brilliant.

~Little Miss Cullen Cutie~

touching! I feel I've gone thru a wheel of time reading these 8 poems. Lovely experience and beautiful images. I adored them ^^

Beautiful. Love the imagery.

I don't know why, but it made me think of The Wheel of Time... I think its the image of some wise old grandmotherly type that does it :)

Anyway, itsexcellent as usual! And kind of different from your usual genres... I like it!! I definitely like how no matter what you write it is always able to fill my mind with pictures :)