To The Point Poem by Marianne Reninger

To The Point

Rating: 5.0


I Sleep..
I Wake..
How wide the Bed, with none Beside.
Marianne Larsen Reninger

Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness,loss
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Pamela Sinicrope 30 November 2016

This is a prime example of how the less the said the stronger the meaning and the feeling imparted. It's as simple as that. You could even reduce this poem to the last line alone. I'm feeling sad now. But that's OK...that's the purpose. :)

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Marianne Reninger 30 November 2016

Don't be sad! ; I'm sure in your life, solitude is something you crave!

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Seamus O Brian 21 September 2016

Indeed, to the point. Poignantly so; often the tale is the more powerful for being untold. The mind left to carry on with the details. You have reduced the told tale to a brilliant minimum, leaving our hearts and minds to continue wandering. Hmmm....I wonder about comments that are longer than the work itself, but you've left me little to work with here. :)

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Marianne Reninger 21 September 2016

started out being a haiku, but even that was too long!

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Susan Williams 03 June 2016

Very aptly titled, Marianne. If there aren't enough places in our homes and in our lives to proclaim the emptiness when love has gone, , the bed is the hardest to escape unless you sleep on the floor or sofa which have their way of telling you that you are alone. I like the brevity of this poem, it hits its targets and shuts up. Excellent! A 10.

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Marianne Reninger 03 June 2016

Thanks again Susan for your kind words. I wrote this poem some time ago, but felt the need to share it now.

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