Diary

It is a very well written and sad poem.

Lou

I can tell you have tried to write this poem from Xena's point of view, and the feminity comes through. ( must be your femine side lol !!).

The poem is obviously a cry for help. I for one can understand that compulsion.

The only gripe I have with the poem, is the repeatition of dear diary, i feel you could cut some of those out.

Otherwise a good poem.

lou

My reception of this particular poem is a mixed bag. Maybe the main reason being my tumultuous career as a diarist... failed and aborted many times over the years. That may reflect of the poor self image of youth blended with the distinct and roiling abhorrence toward structure and being encased within the norms and regulations of human conventions. I remember with fondness though many a diary shared with us... like that of Adrian Mole, Anne Frank, so on and so forth... A few years ago, many years after I left home to live my life, my mother happened upon several of my diary books. And of course she began reading through them and marvelled (her words) at how she did not know me then and how much was running through my mind and heart. How strange that I did not care about the intrusion into my then privacy. I once had a diary in the form of a friend... but that is not a reliable type of diary... people change and they are subject to so many factors that make them unsuitable to keeping one's secrets. I don't look in a mirror except to tidy my hair, as quickly as possible. And the actual diary, well... I still struggle for most of the year to sit down and write/type diary entries. Maybe they filter into the poems..... Having said all that... I suppose the diary is a witness of our daily existence, validating our experiences and emotions. In one form or another we rely on this sounding board of the soul. How easy it is for us humans to wear our heart on our online page/social network. And that for the reasons stated in your poem. It is entirely human and needful.

I really loved your poem. It was written in such
true anguish. I know that He is the only one
that CAN help you. Lean on Him and all of
your troubles will be gone. A truly wonderful
write. Keep up the wonderful penning!!

Your Friend,

Pixee

How do you get your poem under the name of comment. Mine always
comes undeer edit. Thank you for your time.

Pixee

Dear Diary
Everybody believes they can turn me around
But only you can
You alone will deliver me from my disdain
You alone have felt this strain

I find the concept of "Dear Diary" very intriguing. This feels like something new for you. Pardon my suggestion, but I think you should end the piece with these as the last lines. As the rest feels a bit forced. On the whole, I really liked this piece very much.

love, Cat

i liked the personification of a Diary in this write and making it an object and subject of your reflection and conversation ...

warmly...

this is not the type of poem someone can write without having
made the effort to get to know the person behind it,
this is a different style but to come out of your comfort zone
for a friend is great to see, I do really like it, as it shows the
person behind the theme,
" Dear Diary
Everybody believes they can turn me around
But only you can
You alone will deliver me from my disdain
You alone have felt this strain"

the first line above that I quoted says more than the sum of it words
a fantastic line I believe, and i feel that the piece might benefit
from ending on this line " you alone have felt the strain "
nice one hood ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,zigs

yes I like your reasons for writing and posting this
rosina is a good sort and has a good friend in you
as we all do, I like the changes you have made
it reads better nice work hood ,,,,,,,,,,,,zigs

With all due respect to Rosina, and to Dan who I'm sure was trying to be a friend and be supportive. I find this poem to be rather narcissistic and simplistic with as much depth as a 3rd grade report card. Why do I say this? Firstly the poem isn't so much about Rosina as it is about Dan--who both he and Rosina say is the "diary". Here's what the diary has to say about itself, or rather what Dan has to say about himself (and to me it's just bad poetry--trite self-glorification). Virtually every line, with a few exceptions does nothing but extol the virtues of himself as the diary. There is in fact only minimal references to anything else. This is no dedication to Rosina,but only a thinly veiled egotistical pat on the back to the writer. Anyone has but to read it to find those truths apparent. So why write this ? Why spoil the party? Because it's the truth. And bad poetry shouldn't piggyback on the emotion of its circumstances. Where's the depth in this piece? In what line or lines? It's shallow. And Rosina's condition isn't going to make it a better poem. And the self glorification is abhorrent, and especially hypocritical coming from one who detests egotists. I apologize for my insensitivity,but if we judge the poetry on Neo because of the need of the writer for excessive positive reinforcement we are not doing the poet a service. It's rather a disservice. A good poet knows a timely slap in the face is worth a thousand hand shakes, and I only hope this can start a vastly overdue discussion on this and other neglected topics on Neo before the site degenerates into a feel-good forum only. I don't need the rumor mill to say what I have to.

B

I think you are being unfair, i know that HS wrote this poem with the best intensions.

I think to write a lengthy and scathing comment, such as this is both unkind and unnecessary. After all who are you serving by writing in such a way, if you wanted to be helpful, and give what you see as constructive criticism, you went the wrong way about it, because all you have done is insult, a decent person.

lou

I've lived long enough to bear witness to the fact that the only person we ever fool is ourselves. In unmasking who we really are, we add layers of personality--emotion, acceptance as well as rejection in the drama that is life, and so become better human beings....better poets, with the ability to entertain and *handle* different viewpoints.

I however, can not prove it, it's something that is learned while living through our facades.

~A

True enough Xena, and like the Dean Martin sang: "everybody needs somebody sometime". And since we're individuals and none of us know what happens behind the scenes at Neopoet via p.m's (or the rumor mill), we can only draw our conclusions from the poetry written.

A diary is a book of thoughts and feelings kept by an individual, usually under lock and key, when one is a youth. However, as we grow up, we sublimate and swallow our feelings until they literally depress us. Friendship is the best, but a good friend will know where his/her limits are and a poet will show you to the door.....the tiger or the lady, (so to speak.)

My best wishes for everyone, we all have our ego-centricities... it's what makes us who we are and who we are not. The enlightening thing is that we are so much more than that.

I'll get off my soapbox now.

~A.

".Neopoet is no longer my home, just a drop in centre."

love, Sis

p.s.

I shall not forget