Noreen Carden

Veteran Poet - 1,965 Points (16/12/50 / Mayo)

The Person We See - Poem by Noreen Carden

Grey wispy hair pokes through her hat
Waddling homeward on worn down heels
Carrying bags that hit and bump
on legs as they hurry through city streets

Sitting alone in her cold flat
She dreams by the fire of days long gone
When she was looked at not just seen
When she was pretty and young and strong

Once she wore silk against her skin
Heads would turn as she walked in
Her opinion was sought and acted upon
Her smile could cause a soul to yearn
That was in the long ago when friends
were plenty and troubles few
Now people look but never see
The person that she used to be


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this after talking to a lovely older lady in a doctor s waiting room

Comments about The Person We See by Noreen Carden

  • Rookie - 358 Points Gary H (8/6/2015 8:05:00 PM)

    Awesome as always! Love it indeed. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 36,779 Points Kelly Kurt (4/11/2015 4:57:00 PM)

    A sad but beautiful poem, Noreen. I know the feeling. Thank you for sharing
    Peace (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,554 Points Brian Stafford (3/5/2015 3:21:00 PM)

    excellent poem, paints a vivid picture! well done! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,396 Points Pranab K Chakraborty (2/21/2015 11:58:00 PM)

    Well illustrated time by age past and present. Nice watercolor, canvas shown a different thrust of passion by heart. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 22,671 Points Kim Barney (2/21/2015 6:08:00 PM)

    Wonderful poem, Noreen. I think this is one of your best. Congratulations on having it chosen as Poem of the Day. I have voted it a ten.
    By the way, did I ever tell you that you are mentioned in my poem POETRY HEAVEN? (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 8,655 Points Hazel Durham (2/21/2015 3:36:00 PM)

    I love this superb write that is so true as our past disappears before our eyes as we grow old but our memories live on and we should be still of value for our great wisdom!
    Congratulations Noreen for great poem of the day! (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,755 Points Bernard Snyder (2/21/2015 1:03:00 PM)

    Very well-written poem. It is funny how people view others. Congrats...well-deserved poem of the day! (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,554 Points Brian Stafford (2/21/2015 7:54:00 AM)

    very good, well done! (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,712 Points Jak Black (11/11/2014 6:07:00 AM)

    Now people look but never see
    The person that she used to be............................

    Another great poem Noreen. Another strong message. Wonderful. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 13,875 Points Daniel Brick (5/8/2014 8:20:00 PM)

    This is an unsentimental look at ageing - Yeats's Cast a cold eye. The amazing result is that it filled with genuine sentiment, nothing forced on the reader, nothing artificial. As I read it I felt the person we see is also the person we are. (If I were reading this poem in my 20s my reaction would be much different!) You describe A Day in the Life of - type scenario, in which living goes forward and memories stay put. Whether those memories cause bitterness or relief depends on the individual. I like to think this woman is well balanced and is ageing with dignity, if not grace. But I don't deny her grace! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 358 Points Gary H (12/20/2013 3:20:00 AM)

    This is really good.: -) (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 9,772 Points Khairul Ahsan (12/14/2013 9:43:00 AM)

    @ Roseann Shawiak and Valsa George,
    I liked both of your comments. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 30,534 Points Valsa George (11/22/2013 1:03:00 AM)

    With the passage of time, our looks and appearance undergo rapid changes. When young and influential, friends surround and acceptance come our way! But when old age advances, friends dwindle and we have to sit lonely by the fire side, nostalgically reflecting good old times! Enjoyed this great write! ! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,486 Points Adeline Foster (10/21/2013 4:36:00 PM)

    Great poem, tell me about it. Read mine - Who Am i -
    Adeline (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,395 Points Smoky Hoss (10/16/2013 3:20:00 PM)

    ah, but truly she still is; excellent, vivid story-telling, great to read! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 40,085 Points Roseann Shawiak (10/6/2013 2:55:00 AM)

    So true to life. Have experienced it myself, feeling invisible to the living. Not being seen as the person I used to be except when people read my poetry. In poems I am seen in the words I write, yet, I am never seen for who I truly am even then. Good solid poem, I like it a lot. Thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 8,655 Points Hazel Durham (9/25/2013 7:50:00 AM)

    Sad and thought provoking in a beautful portrait of an lovely older lady! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,159 Points Bri Edwards (9/16/2013 6:31:00 PM)

    some aspects of the used-to-be person are probably there.......perhaps some of the better aspects. but i know what you mean. of course i'm not referring to ME! at 65, i'm still pretty [handsome] and young [at heart] and strong [enough]. i feel sorry for the normal people! ha ha. thanks for sharing. time for my walk. :)
    i have a bit o irish in me. but you probably could tell that. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,426 Points Ken E Hall (9/6/2013 7:48:00 AM)

    Very nice to read reality as it is for most of us, glad to know beauty still stays within and when you listen you can see it..original and thought provoking...regards (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,936 Points Dave Walker (9/4/2013 6:50:00 AM)

    A really great poem and so true. As people get older and their friends
    pass away they end up alone, but nobody really notices. As you say
    people look but never see. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 31, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 3, 2013


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