Marie Cadavieco

2024-08-14
Oh, the perfidy.
Very good. I like this one: how true. But not confined to the male, let's be quite honest here. It is the human failing.

Marie xx

2024-01-23
I love this! I laughed out loud with tears in my eyes! I had been a bit maudlin and singing Edith's La Belle Histoire d'Amour but now I'm smiling. I hope your Carol enjoyed it!
Reminds me when Moncho asked to write him a poem and I wrote How Many Frogs Must I Kiss? (Not on this website) but it made him laugh. I have a big smile on my face. Thank you.

Your couplets are immaculate. Strange how humour seems to demand jolly rhyming couplets! And the change of pace at the end - perfect.
Marie xxxxxx

2024-01-21
A child's memory is a mysterious thing, being just flashes like pictires in the mind. Often it is more the distressing moments, while the many, many gentle moments are lost to time.

I remember this prayer, too, but always wondered why I should pity mice in Plicity, and where Plicity was anyway. Was it Mouse Hell? I never thought to ask...

2024-01-21
Why, oh why, did you say it?

I read this with a warm glow...lovely, erotic. Great stuff.
Marie xxxxx

Sorry...Teacher mode now...
PS 'Laid' should really be 'lay', I believe, as 'Laid' is the transitive verb and needs an object. xx

2023-11-22
'My mind begins to itch' - It made me laugh. Thank you, I needed that.
But that awful block when we struggle to put words together...oh, how familiar.
Marie xxxxxxxx

2023-11-22
Oh, wow, I salute you! This is so beautifully expressed. I love the sinking consonants and floating vowels. It is an image I will never shake out of my head!
Marie xxxxx

2023-11-22
So many great female icons! But each is one dimensional yet added together, they reveal your heart... Lynn.
I was transfixed by this.

Odd that billie holiday is not too dark...yet sylvia plath is. But it is what it is, which is yours. I am keeping this to come back time and time again.
Marie xxx

2023-11-22
Wow, this is so thought provoking. I think we all need this. Writing poetry is, essentially, a selfish thing, but in sharing it we reveal our hearts which is unselfish. I keep reading it over and over again!

2023-10-28
From childhood I have mourned the Dodo. This really spoke to me.

I wonder, was the last one killed, or did it simply die alone and lonely, like Martha the last Passenger Pigeon?

Marie xxxx

2023-10-26
>sigh<
This is so romantic and warm. I love the lines,
'There can never be an us without you',
and
'When we are together
Wonderful happens'.

Who says the young have a monopoly on passion?
Bravo!

2023-10-24
What a lovely philosophy of life. We could all benefit from living by these ideals.
I am also trying to be less angry or frustrated. I ask myself, how important is this, in comparison with life, the Universe, and everything? And by the time I gave thought about it, my anger has gone.
A very profound piece of writing.
Mariexxxxx

2023-10-22
That says it all, really, starkly expressed with no punches pulled.

I like the last two lines, a sort of bitter pasquinade of the prayers parroted in churches.

2023-10-15
ANY day is Sunday dinner day in our house.
Whispering doors are the sign of a good handyman!

Good night.
Marie xxxxxx

2023-10-15
Love it! Reminds me of some conversations with my husband Moncho!
Marie xxxx

2023-10-14
This is superb! I think Marlowe might well have wished he could have injected some humour into his impassioned plea to the object of his amours. Or perhaps not - but whatever the response to Marlowe, I am sure the five-foot-two demoiselle would have found this irresistible.
Personally I think life and love should always be served with lashings of humour. Delightful!
Marie xxx

2023-10-08
Well, yes! Certainly the weeds aren't breathing now! Sad, really, in a way. Poor old breathless weeds.

What Are weeds, but
Wild flowers growing in
(To our human eyes)
The wrong place?
But even weeds
Are beloved of bees...

I enjoyed your poem very much, because it set me thinking. I love that.

2023-10-03
It does sound as if Friern Barnet is suffering the same fate as Watford, where I grew up, after moving from Manchester at an early age. In fact I only moved to Norfolk when my son married and moved here just after I retired.

Thinking of someone sifting through debris and finding your button seems so sad, and suddenly I feel archaeology IS a very sad profession.

I, too, looked up Friern Barnet and found a photo of the 'old town hall' and, oh, my goodness, I thought it was the Watford Town Hall! My, oh my, that architect had a good deal, being paid to design town halls and just raking out the same set of plans and giving them a tweak! 😂😂

This poem really gave me lots to think about, being so poetically and simply expressed.
Marie xxx

2023-10-03
You have encapsulated Spring in so few words: Bravo!

So sweetly lyrical.

Marie xx

2023-09-29
I like your playing with words, using them to express your love of the natural world, - everything worth loving. Delightful.

2023-09-29
Beautiful description of love. I feel a sense of loss, or fear of loss, too. So very nostalgic. Loved it.
Marie xx

2023-09-08
I loved it - surrealism in poetic form.
Marie xx

2023-05-25
This really brought a smile to my face!
Greetings, Lady Primavera!
What pleasure after a long winter!

2023-03-16
Expectation itself can be more exciting than expectation fulfilled, especially when we are young and starting to explore the world of our growing sexuality.
I enjoyed this immensely, and it certainly touched my inner being.
Why not a lifetime? Life is built of such moments, laid one by one, as bricks.

2022-11-01
Hilarious!
Nice subtle rhyming, too!
I'm really into recycling...
Marie xx

2022-10-30
Lovely. I do love Autumn, it is full of contrasts; and the colours - oh, just magnificent. If there is one word I am in LURVE with - it's tendrils! And you slipped it in there - wow, tendrils of morning mist! Exquisite. I like the idea of the leaves being tired from all their hard work in Summer. And here comes Autumn, taking its time, gentle as it takes us through the crimson, gold, iridescent day on to long, sleepy dark evenings (and all that food I love so much, stews, dumplings, and spicy puddings.)
You really got to me with this.
Marie xx

2022-10-23
This really hit me hard between the eyes!
It mirrors my experience.
I came from a well to do educated family who had been brought down to poverty by untimely deaths and poor management, but my father struggled to send me to a school which had excellent educational standards. I was the only one in our neighbourhood to attend such a school, and one of my friends said to me years later, "what good did it do you? You're now too good for us, but not good enough for them." Even my own mother agreed.
The gap was like a chasm between us. Yes, even the speech reveals it.
Very well written, and the emotion fights to burst through the dam! (To reveal...the meaning of life, the Universe and everything - if we ask the right question?)

Marie xx

2022-10-23
If this is what you produce when you are suffering "brain's creative drain" please can I join your club?
How well you express your feelings of frustration and pain!
Marie xx

2022-10-15
Well, this is just SO different from many poems on here, it was almost a culture shock. I do love the concept of the milk from the Muses' breasts filling the earth 'so all men grow through verses everywhere'. It sounds such a compelling thought - could it be that people would be flourishing so much that there is time only for poetry, and all the conflict, all the anger, all the hatred will be forgotten? Oh, what a wonderful dream. Such a lovely sonnet, you are definitely the master of the sonnet.
I am having visions of these muses feeding mankind their milk of poetic dreams around the earth!

Marie xx

2022-10-10
Nature has such power to soothe us. I felt the caress of the morning breeze as I read your poem.
Thank you for a calm moment in life's chaos.
Marie xx

2022-10-10
Here is the wild youthful craziness when we discover love, some people are blessed enough to live with that first love all their lives..but most of us get to feel that first burn, that first loss, and how could we ever forget? We are creatures made of tiny pieces of everyone we have ever touched, or been touched by.
There will always be a small part of us which holds a box oF memories, tied with a silken cord, always a part of us which wishes them well. And thinks, do they think of me...?

This poem really speaks to me. Thank you.
Marie xx

2022-10-09
Wow, you have a way of using words which is very moving. Time! Who would not want to have more? Time for ourselves, time for those we love. 💕
Marie xxxx

2022-10-08
I can testify to how painful a fish hook can be! I'dcertainly want to avoid the hook...but would not choose the darkness either! Maybe I will just be earthbound forever..... reading your poetry.

Marie xx

2022-10-08
Masterful, as ever!
Yes, indeed, man should be a steward of the glories of the planet of ours.
What an inspiring piece of poetry. I very much enjoyed reading it several times!
Marie xx

2022-10-03
Beautiful! Love in the open air...wonderful, moments of perfect ecstasy. What a moving poem.
Marie xx

2022-09-30
How passionate, how lovely, how sad. A very worthy Petrarchan sonnet with a lovely rhythm, I think I am a fan.

Marie xx

2022-09-24
I loved this. I wish we could all do this, the world would be opened up...like a book.

2021-10-26
Such fun! I enjoyed this immensely! I like the last verse, not least because I am Marie!

Sweet Marie might be a saint
But her ghoulish family ain’t.

Marie xxxxxx

2021-10-13
Exquisite description of being held captive by a departed love, knowing you must let go, but not being ready to do so.

I like your puppet metaphor, so meaningful.

Marie xxxxxxx

2021-10-13
The people who are included in our entourage usually are either a reflection or the opposite of ourselves. Happy is he (or she) who know who is which.

I liked this, it set me thinking.

Marie xxxxxxx

2021-10-13
Very succinct.

People change. Why not?

Marie xxxxx

2021-10-13
Worst possible situation. How can we ever find what we would not recognise as being what we are searching for…

Marie xxxxxxxx

2021-10-13
Yes, I keep forgetting you are a fiction. Damn! I like you! All of you!

Marie xxxxxx

2021-10-12
Yes! I sat quite a long time thinking of those dry leaves…
Lovely.

2019-10-17
I enjoyed this, it made me reflect on the unconscious beauty of the world around us.

2019-10-06
Oh! How true! An elderly woman says the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth! More than they want! The judge must have a lot to hide...
A very funny story.

2019-10-06
Wow, this is moving, it is a heartfelt comment on our lives here on this earth, the struggles, and finally, there is only the hope that it is not the end.

I admire you so much, to write in a foreign language, and still reveal the poet within you. I loved this very much, well done.

2019-10-03
I have been missing all September, because I was overwhelmed with memories of loss which all seem to have occurred in September.

My thoughts are with you, and I sincerely hope to see you up and running again soon.

I have just published my first poem in over a month, about what life has felt like during that month or more.

Kindest wishes,
Marie Cadavieco

2019-08-23
It must be hard to see a younger sibling getting all the babylove, I was the younger so I cannot imagine. I was glad to see she was accepted and loved, became 'part of you'. Very beautifully done!

2019-08-21
There was so much gentleness, so much that was good, it was like a blow in the face, that last line.
Oh, the mistakes, the mistakes. If we can see them, not as a source of self reproach, but as opportunities to learn, then regret can be put away. Your poem really wormed its way into my heart. Well done.

2019-08-21
Love it! Yes! Nuuk er Nuuk - I MUST remember that... is Denmark in mourning for missing the opportunity to see THAT VERY SELF OPINIONATED PERSON in the flesh? I don't think so!