Adieu, Last Breath (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on November 4, 2005

Or will you entreat me
with some poetic words
ones I have never heard
that beg me to stay

i really like the concept to this verse as well as the entire poem ... a real gem!

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

Reviewed on November 4, 2005

Even dried petals keep their pungent aroma, as does your exquisite write.

:)Ch'erie

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

Stunningly soft and lush Eileen...this is a keeper!

love and peace, Carole

Reviewed by Richard Christopher Suarez (Reader)

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

Eileen, this is so deep. It captures a scene / a part / an event
in two lovers lives when they stay for the fight .
stay for life. I have often wondered about a scenario as this and
you have written this in it;s truest essense!
I haven;t words enough to express how much I appreciate this genius
story about one part of life many forget. MASTERPIECE!
PEACE AND JOY TO YOU',
Rich Criso

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

nicely done

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

Wonderful analogy... you have articulated something which I always feel when the petals start to fall from the rose.. but I would never, of course, have been able to express it in quite this way as a conscious thought. But, as meant the other way round, it is just soo, soo sad. And I wonder, ultimately, how many "last moment" secrets conceal such deeply emotional and painful truths? It is sobering, isn't it, when it comes down to it, who we might actually CHOOSE to spend our final moments with, if given the choice. I was disturbed by this thought myself, recently. It was quite shocking, when I was brutally honest with myself. A tender and deeply poignant poem, Eileen. TY Kate xx

Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

Some times those words we crave to hera came to us too late. Nice work, Eileen.

Carmen :-)

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

Made me think of poor old Ophelia did this.
She had so much longing and loving.

Top Tigger Form..

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*� (Reader)

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

Petals of rose fall one by one,

Signal that its journey's done.

Would I but have such dignity

As my last breath flies free from me.

�2005 Joseph* ~ OneLight*�

Look what you did Eileen ... you inspired me!

Love & Light,

Joseph

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

Eileen,

Powerfully emotional, I hope you're around for a very long time. I, as well, love the way you write--if you need to talk, message board me.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

spectacular poetry, eileen; hope you are around for a VERY long time! I NEED your writing!!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D :D (God blessed Karla and I big time yesterday, and we are still in awe over it! :) )

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

Wonderful poetry Eileen!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Dawn Richerson

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

delicate, beauty through sadness. Dawn

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

Hope you used mouthwash before you released that last breath...? This is a beautiful statement...Ed & Rufuz

Reviewed by John Bidwell

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

Another fine experience...being under your spell.
Wonderful poetry!
John

Reviewed by Janet Parker

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

Excellent poem, Eileen. I can smell that aroma of a dying rose.

Reviewed by Steve Patterson

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

excellent write.

Reviewed by Shoma Mittra

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

That is such a lovely metaphor- tho much used it still brings a freshness thru your write. Likd it a lot.:-) shoma

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

I wonder why it is that we compare life to a rose so very often? Perhaps it is the bud that we tend then watch unfold into all its splendor, wither and die, leaving its colorful hips that are the fruits of its life, or the sweetness that only a rose and life possess, perhaps it is the tenderness of the petals that perch atop a thorny base, or how we mourn the last rose of the season and revel in the beauty of the first? There are so many parallels it seems, between that most beautiful flower and the life cycle of we humans. Harsh realities are often tempered by beauty; our sweetness in life leaves behind a warm memory long after we depart. We leave behind the fruits of our labors and our seeds that were cast, to relive in the generations that follow us. Whatever the correlation, the rose remains a symbol of life and your poem so gracefully shows that to us all. Beautiful poem, Eileen.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

Yup, I'm afraid that the rose is most definitely bereft. Good.

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

The metaphor of a rose's life shines in its brilliance and depth. Another gem to add to the bouquet of poems you weave.

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

Eileen,
The yellow rose also symbolizes a new beginning. May all of your days be filled with new ones my friend. Breathtaking write.

Reviewed by F William Broome

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

Very enjoyable. Well constructed and deeply moving in its emotional appeal. Nice way to sign off. I must memorize each wo4d and line... just in case! - Bill

Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)

Reviewed on November 3, 2005

Excellent poem. Breathtaking. GBQ

Reviewed by Suzie Palmer

Reviewed on November 2, 2005

Dear Eileen,
This is powerfully beautiful ... 'Adieu, Last Breath' took me beyond!
Aptly presented as well!! It's said that the yellow rose symbolizes the ending of passion...
Love Suzie xox :-)