Carolyn Devonshire Poet Rispetto

A Twisted Ploy

Somehow it seems life loses joy
A game, perhaps a twisted ploy
An end to those most tender years
The zest is gone, but life goes on
Till her last welcome breath is drawn
False hopes reality now clears
Somehow it seems life loses joy
A game, perhaps a twisted ploy

No one her age can still recall
The charms of youth that did enthrall
An end to those most tender years 
False hopes reality now clears
Somehow it seems life loses joy
A game, perhaps a twisted ploy

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L. J. Carber January 13, 2019 at 7:08 AM Ah, Carolyn-- my problem may be I too well recall the 'charms of youth'-- well done,and congrats on your win!

Greg Gaul January 12, 2019 at 6:23 PM Remembering so simple and true. But then, it may be just a twisted ploy. A rich phrase which makes a delightful verse. Just the right twist.

Paul Callus January 12, 2019 at 2:10 PM This poem takes me back to my first year @ Soup, Carolyn! Enjoyed it then, still enjoy it now! Pleased to see it placing first. Hugs // paul

Vijay Pandit January 12, 2019 at 1:15 PM I like the rhythm of this poem..the repeating lines spell the essence of your write..well done, Carolyn. Congrats on your win in Brian's contest.

Gary Smith January 12, 2019 at 1:08 PM Lovely poem Carolyn, congrats. :)

Heidi Sands January 12, 2019 at 12:31 PM Well done Carolyn! Congratulations for your win :)

Andrea Dietrich November 6, 2014 at 10:20 PM yes, one of my favorites finally appears . At least in top three!!! Congrats, Carolyn. I think I will fave this one.

Brenda Meier-Hans November 6, 2014 at 2:58 PM I hear the loss, I feel a certain pain and also a longing for before. A fantastic write Carolyn. Congratulations on your win

Jan Allison November 6, 2014 at 12:18 PM beautifully penned Carolyn i will attempt this form one day:-) many congrats on your win:-) Hugs jan xx

Dr.Ram Mehta November 6, 2014 at 4:13 AM Carolyn, Thanks for the entry and congrats on the win,

Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty October 22, 2014 at 10:04 AM Sometimes life's trigger does not work well. It happens. After all it's a game. game of life. LOVE.-----rajat

Paul Callus October 11, 2014 at 5:35 AM What a beautiful poem, Carolyn! Sadness and longing there might be, but the write itself is a joy to read. We know that there is no going back, ever, but there is nothing wrong with riding on memories into the future. Have a lovely weekend....Hugs // paul

Liam Mcdaid October 10, 2014 at 12:50 PM love the emotions you used in this excellent pen carolyn

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser October 10, 2014 at 4:10 AM love the flow.. :) and the message underneath it.. :D thanks Carolyn for visiting my poems.. :) GOd bless you always.. :D

Tim Ryerson October 9, 2014 at 3:32 PM Oh my Carolyn - I have read SO many of your poems but could this be your best effort so far? I think maybe so...You have expressed your (?) pain and longing for younger years with class and elegance. Straight to my favs...

Daver Austin October 9, 2014 at 2:31 PM Real joy is for kids. I agree. We'll never feel the real joy of a Christmas morning. As you say, life becomes twisted, a game of deception, childish innocence gone. Great stuff, Carolyn. Love, daver Carolyn Devonshire October 9, 2014 at 2:39 PM If only for a day, wouldn't it be fun to revisit a Christmas we had in childhood? Wordsworth had a poem called "The World Is Too Much with Us." It's short and worth the read. Thanks for reading mine.

Bl Devnath October 9, 2014 at 1:12 PM A twisted ploy no doubt because some feelings are there which we absorb bodily and feel happy in certain age but the same thing we feel otherwise in next age and miss the same joy as soon as we grow due to evolution. Excellent poem carries a beautiful philosophy of natural life. Loved always, my lovely friend,bl

Andrea Dietrich October 8, 2014 at 10:40 PM yes yes, I write about this all the time now. I LOVE how you did it, Carolyn. I know that you know of which you speak! Excellent. Carolyn Devonshire October 9, 2014 at 1:57 AM Thanks, Andrea. It's been on my mind a lot lately.

Sara Kendrick October 8, 2014 at 6:17 PM Age can be a bummer..Thanks for the visit to my page..If this is for a contest, it reads like a winner to me..Sara

Maurice Yvonne October 8, 2014 at 5:15 PM This is beautiful Carolyn. It speaks important truths.

Demetrios Trifiatis October 8, 2014 at 4:40 PM Rispetto, presented through magnificent expressions wrapped in sadness! Wonderful, dear Carolyn!

Charmaine Chircop October 8, 2014 at 3:10 PM I never tried this form dear Caroline,Your poem echoes the truth,cause I do believe there comes a time when life loses joy,but anything lost can be refound,and somehow its when life loses its sparkle that We appreciate its shimmer.Heart touching..I can feel every meaning both in your sadness and joy sweet Caroline.