Born a Gardenia (poem) by Lily of Lough Neagh a.k.a C. Dennis-Woosley on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Ed J.

Reviewed on March 7, 2013

Such a sad poem. The strenth is within all living things to overcome.

Stay well and keep writing
Eddy

Reviewed by S Bergerac (Reader)

Reviewed on March 5, 2013

A very meaning write dear Lady Lily, again you exceed yourself

I bow and tip my hat to you

Cyrano

Reviewed on March 4, 2013

A gardenia born of scent
petals outstreched..like
life to be embraced..if
but to believe..re born
out of your poem *Lily*

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Dark Knight

Reviewed on March 4, 2013

the flower like your poem is a beauty to look at

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on March 3, 2013

I find this poem most symbolically meaningful, Carol. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on March 3, 2013

point/match...

Reviewed by Gert van Weenen (Reader)

Reviewed on March 3, 2013

Despite the beautify of the poem, the metaphor is very sad.
Taking away your innocence and youth is terrible, while you should grow up with love and happiness.

Very heartfelt Carol

Reviewed by Mark Huntsman (Reader)

Reviewed on March 3, 2013

I feel bad for the Gardenia Lily, but understand the jist.

Mark

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on March 3, 2013

That's okay, gardenias are overrated anyway. But you have blossomed like a wildflower after years without rain. You are not the fragile, tame garden-variety, but the seed sown on the wind, heartily weathering many travails and eventually blooming late but spectacularly after the rain.

Ron

Reviewed by D Johnson

Reviewed on March 3, 2013

Took me back to the time my grandmother grew gardenia's...the scent lingers to today.
Cheers,
Dan

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on March 3, 2013

thanks for sharing the Gardenia
I have one in my Garden and her scent is heavenly
love & peace be with you

William

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on March 3, 2013

~Lily~
A lovely flower fragrance sweetest known. To the youth of it's
beginnings to marr and destroy. A touching write.

Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on March 3, 2013

to mar a flower is senseless what harm is there in a flower
budd

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Reviewed on March 2, 2013

Poignantly beautiful indeed, your well phrased words don't beat around the bush, your metaphor hits hard with kind and loving words, and surely your message is painfully received thank you, Hugs!

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on March 2, 2013

I cried when I read this. The gardenia happens to be one of my favorite flowers...........

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on March 2, 2013

The message is pointed and clear.

Reviewed by Gail D (Reader)

Reviewed on March 2, 2013

Gardenias are very delicate flowers and bruise easily, but the metaphor is understood. Wonderful poetry as always Carol

Gail

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Reviewed on March 2, 2013

Gardenias need care for them to do well, just like a human being needs love, food, nurturing. No matter who or what you are you still need the basics of life to survive. I loved this, Carol!

Love,

Deborah

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on March 2, 2013

A sad lament of a misused Gardenia. Taking the flower as a metaphor and a darn good one I'm saying, is brilliant, Carol. There is so much depth within the lines of this piece, and even if the poem is about abuse, the words are poetical beauty.