Troubled Walls Comments

Great work Heather.

enjoyed it with flowing lines and rhythm.~nb

Beautiful poem Heather. When wall begins to shout, we will be with you... thanks for sharing...

If my walls should start shouting, I'll know it's time to add new paint! Well done, Heather!

dear Poet friends, as we are in our holiday season in my country it finds everyone very busy. Thanksgiving next week then Christmas season begins. will not be on line as much as usual. But I will try to read anc comments as much as possibly. Happy Holiday season to everyone. Heather

Beautiful poem Heather. When wall begins to shout, its asking for care. Good write.

Loved this poem but I have to say my walls are sound but I'm saving every pound you never know when you'll hear the calls of your poor dilapidated walls On a serious note I guess its not just about walls (sorry about the terrible rhyme) BB: O)

My walls say that extraordinary change is coming...our carbon signature is scribbled in black all over them and try as I may, I can do little to change the minds of the third world countries that are going bananas with their fossil fuels. The end is near.

Well done Heather i have a few of those walls myself great poem

Beautiful poem with nice rhythm. Mend them before they fall apart. Prevention is better than cure. Thank you.

A great symbolic poem, we should take care of walls before they start crumbling,

wow! a wonderful poem indeed, i hope i know your metaphors..excellent...10

When the writing is on the wall we know what we should do, but we don't always do it. A great poem.

We should be able to read the wrting on the wall ! A great metaphor! Enjoyed this rhyming verse!

so beautiful one can recite it without hitch and in rhythm and as your note wall is symbolised with humanity complete poem is awful so brilliant can't be expressed//When your walls begin to shout, you'll know what I'm writing about. A guidance a universal call to guide the humanity I love to recite and memorise this Lovely wonderful 10

A brilliant depiction of that which is out of our control and a souls struggle living through them!

our place dwelt by our grief and reproduces that pain and groan in us that prospect portrayed well and deep in the poem