So Mad Yet So Glad Poem by Almedia Knight-Oliver

What's wrong, Almedia, I voted this poem a 10 twice, and twicw it did not show! I wonder. At all events I saved your write as one of my favourites, I love it, oh I love it., , the sort of poem I read and i say, oh, I wish I wrote this, it is so good. O’ my how anger envies happiness Every speck of contentment diverge, where to…. this is intensely profound, Almedia - how anger envies happiness - this I assure you I'll use in my prose writing. Yes, and I'll say where I got it from, Mark

My vote of 10 now shows, after I had written my comment. I'm glad

My vote of 10 appeared after I posted my comment, I'm glad

Hi Almedia - Love the poem - love the poetess. This is an elegant retrospective poem on the ubiquitous 'Cycle of Life & Death'. Verse One: We all grow older - day by day - but as V 2 suggests in your case gracefully! ! ! . No regrets in you sacred role as a wife and a mother. V 3 - Death is inevitable (I lost my brother recently after 75 years of love and companionship) - spiritual closure softens anger with happy memories. V 4 Our memories are stored in Heaven and will be 'redeemed' when we are reunited. I love the line 'Watching the wind blow away the time'. Thanks for caring - love through poetry - JOHN X

The closure of the last four lines so perfectly fit the opening of the first lines in resolution. The circle is completed.

Beautiful. A deep poem.. Love; D

rounds of applause while people having 5 thumbs up ma'am day and night... nice write!

I have the right to be mad, Excellent. Yes, madness is our inherent power to be with the expansion of life where all other languages of body and soul are gone, only a particular feeling dominates the person. Here the poet want to be glad. That is the feelings of pleasure makes the poet mad. But contrast within the creation. That is the skill in individual craft of a poet. She has touched the aesthetic height of art universal. O’ my how anger envies happiness Every speck of contentment diverge, where to…. where to? 1 Repeatation of the same question from different parts of the world, from different time and age echoing at random. But who knows what next! So, here the art becomes universal. Well and well is the last word. 'whether alive or dead there is no existence at all'. Challenge the life once again and live with writing passion. Regards, 10++ pranab k

I have the right to be mad, Excellent. Yes, madness is our inherent power to be with the expansion of life where all other languages of body and soul are gone, only a particular feeling dominates the person. Here the poet want to be glad. That is the feelings of pleasure makes the poet mad. But contrast within the creation. That is the skill in individual craft of a poet. She has touched the aesthetic height of art universal. O’ my how anger envies happiness Every speck of contentment diverge, where to…. where to? 1 Repeatation of the same question from different parts of the world, from different time and age echoing at random. But who knows what next! So, here the art becomes universal. Well and well is the last word. 'whether alive or dead there is no existence at all'. Challenge the life once again and live with writing passion. Regards, 10++ pranab k

‘have the right to be mad, while differing/with gladness that befit past years...’ Well Ma’am Madness and saneness delineated by the of less than a hair diameter by pursuits of all types of arts… I think all poets are ‘Emotionally Mad’…and this madness siphons out poetries where too much material minded mind can’t reach… Sure like life …death requires to pay off [un]-kind debts …and inevitable….though debatable topic ‘O’ how the heavens stores a thousand memories’ poetically jocund…but as I’ve no idea of haven [excuse me] …it I love to infer that all memories are stored in the hearts of million sand gains...where one lived…thanks for such a marvelous poetry 10//10++ Ms. Nivedita UK