Withered Vine (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

This is excellent and written to perfection. Poignant write, Eileen.

Reviewed on February 1, 2008

A true modern day delima. What is the right thing to do? Not so long ago there would be four generations living in one home. But that was then.

Walt

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Reviewed on January 31, 2008

Ditto: George, and let me add, it will haunt many in this society today, and will impact them only, when they have reached that stage to fully appreciate their selfishness. Love! Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on January 31, 2008

Sad and it touches on a tough subject,
hard getting old. Powerful piece, Eileen!

Reviewed by Roger Ochs

Reviewed on January 31, 2008

Oy! I love that rhyme scheme in verse 5. Super write.

Reviewed by Rebecca Lerwill

Reviewed on January 31, 2008

It's so sad, Eileen! We can't change the past, unfortunately.
Beautifully written.
Love,
Becca~

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on January 31, 2008

Very powerful,but well writiten ,enjoyed sweet lady...stay safe and well..OK...HUgs

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on January 31, 2008

A truly powerful piece, Tiger Lily.

Guilty memories - usually the ones we yearn to forget, and usually the very ones that never go away.

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on January 31, 2008

Wow, Eileen, you pen a strong one today! Am I my brother's keeper? Bet we are, we've forgotten that, though. Excellent!!

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

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on January 31, 2008

E T, this comes from deep within the emotional mold. A very powerful poem masterfully written. Jon Michael Willey

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on January 31, 2008

Yeeeowwwww . . . THAT struck a familiar chord . . . Gone are the day when family took care of family . . . The family is fractured in this country and it does not get the respect it should get . . . We are much too concerned with single mothers and single fathers and . . . I could go on and on, but I shan't (Love that word) . . .

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on January 31, 2008

Eileen,

Your poem is sad and yet a bit eerie. Guilt transfered by the pointing fingers from the vine did it for me. "Am I my brother's keeper?" Probably to a certain point but not to that which steals one's own life away. Peace in our minds and souls is that which we all seek. We can only accomplish our goals if we begin by forgiving ourselves. Peace, Love and Blessings to You Always My Friend, Paul.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on January 31, 2008

Powerful masterpiece you have penned, Eileen, W O W!! Very well done; brava!! *clapping*

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on January 31, 2008

This poem are talking of present days of buy-use-throw away-buy new one.
Nothing different, against caring of parents and grandparents when they start to whiter.
Soon, the human race will look more like the robots they build.
Outstanding poem!!!

Georg

Reviewed by John Leko

Reviewed on January 30, 2008

...perhaps a family tree...this uncared for vine...gone sour...bottled up guilt...for the price of freedom.
there is a stong message here...well done.
John

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on January 30, 2008

at point may she forgive herself, i'm sure her grandparents have forgiven her now that they've passed over...guilt is a terrible waste of life energy

Reviewed by Emile Tubiana

Reviewed on January 30, 2008

Dear Eileen, This a masterpiece. You expressed a lack of gratitude, which in my time we never knew was possible since we never left our grandparents alone. Thank you for sharing your talent with us. Love Emile

Reviewed by Joyce Devenish

Reviewed on January 30, 2008

Great story in this poem. Good work ... Joyce

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on January 30, 2008

a thought provoking and poignant write

Reviewed by Because . (Reader)

Reviewed on January 30, 2008

Ohh how I know this. Fanatastic emotive work. Great rhyme ;)

Reviewed by Larry Lounsbury

Reviewed on January 30, 2008

There is so much in this poem. Love, promises broken; all too common in a place where family should always come first. Enjoyed