Comments received on poems by Yumi Gab
A Road That Was Never Mine
Soman Ragavan said:
On poetry sites we often come across sad stories, stories of silent human suffering… Poets resort to writing to recount their stories. Here we see cracked pavements, withering flowers --- signs of degrading life, even obstacles in one’s way. The first view of the flowers was a bright one, but it soon showed decay, damages.
It was cruelty that cracked the pavement. Unfeeling humanity lashes at all around it. The poet tries to mend that which is broken, save the flowers that are dying.
The poem continues in a sombre tone. Perhaps the flowers were meant for someone else. Even hope turned out to be hopeless… Solitude resumes. The road is uncaring, just as life around. “The flowers do not mourn as they die” : they know that their life is short. The spread out in the hope of finding renewal, of attracting someone.
The concluding lines resume the despair.
“Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark, unfathom’d caves of ocean bear;
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen
And waste its sweetness in the desert air.”
Thomas Gray (1716-1771) : “Elegy written in a country churchyard.”
The fate of the flower sometimes resembles that of a human being, who will die without achieving happiness in this life.
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May 30th, 2025 22:38
Soman Ragavan said:
On poetry sites we often come across sad stories, stories of silent human suffering… Poets resort to writing to recount their stories. Here we see cracked pavements, withering flowers --- signs of degrading life, even obstacles in one’s way. The first view of the flowers was a bright one, but it soon showed decay, damages.
It was cruelty that cracked the pavement. Unfeeling humanity lashes at all around it. The poet tries to mend that which is broken, save the flowers that are dying.
The poem continues in a sombre tone. Perhaps the flowers were meant for someone else. Even hope turned out to be hopeless… Solitude resumes. The road is uncaring, just as life around. “The flowers do not mourn as they die” : they know that their life is short. The spread out in the hope of finding renewal, of attracting someone.
The concluding lines resume the despair.
“Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark, unfathom’d caves of ocean bear;
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen
And waste its sweetness in the desert air.”
Thomas Gray (1716-1771) : “Elegy written in a country churchyard.”
The fate of the flower sometimes resembles that of a human being, who will die without achieving happiness in this life.
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May 30th, 2025 22:38
A Road That Was Never Mine
Poetic Licence said:
On the dark but a lovely write and very relatable to many, we step into the world with hope and optimism, then when we look closer it is nothing like it first appeared, enjoyed the read
May 30th, 2025 12:34
Poetic Licence said:
On the dark but a lovely write and very relatable to many, we step into the world with hope and optimism, then when we look closer it is nothing like it first appeared, enjoyed the read
May 30th, 2025 12:34
A Road That Was Never Mine
sorenbarrett said:
This poem is quite nihilistic in nature and offers a stark and dark view of things. A most lovely write.
May 30th, 2025 12:20
sorenbarrett said:
This poem is quite nihilistic in nature and offers a stark and dark view of things. A most lovely write.
May 30th, 2025 12:20
The Crumbling Farm
sorenbarrett said:
A harsh well painted view of men and women in a traditional role and the breaking of past tradition in metaphor. A powerful write
April 27th, 2025 05:04
sorenbarrett said:
A harsh well painted view of men and women in a traditional role and the breaking of past tradition in metaphor. A powerful write
April 27th, 2025 05:04
The House of Fire
sorenbarrett said:
This has such a middle eastern flavor to it and the metaphor in this story lies hidden just as if trapped within the flames unable to escape. Elusive as a flame itself it can not be grasped by mortal hand without being burned. Yet in its understanding one remains unburned but trapped. A fave
April 23rd, 2025 07:11
sorenbarrett said:
This has such a middle eastern flavor to it and the metaphor in this story lies hidden just as if trapped within the flames unable to escape. Elusive as a flame itself it can not be grasped by mortal hand without being burned. Yet in its understanding one remains unburned but trapped. A fave
April 23rd, 2025 07:11
