The New Faces (Old To New)

I love Wiliam Blake...rhyming mystic with down-to-earth perception....and who could not the love the Dr Who-like regeneration of an old reprobate bi Dickens...I also love your rhyming homage....

The interesting thing about that adaptation of Scrooge was that Albert Finney was a young man portraying an old man in the movie and very convincingly.  In the scenes where he saw his younger self, he saw his true young self with little makeup.  It was an interesting twist.  In the case of Yeats, many of his poems simply lamented about old age and spiteing the young ones.  Thanks so much for the comment :)

Fantastic poem 👏 it reads well and so fitting in today’s climate 😀

The New Year is helping me get over the speed bump of the last year's writing block.  I am becoming more attuned to the climate, so glad to hear that.  I think people are looking to read comforting things so I'm trying a go at that, I'm glad you liked this, thanks for the comment :)

Nice write

Thanks so much :)

I love how this flows, PR. I am very pleasantly surprised at your choice of poets! You seemed to struggle with Yeats ( if I am remembering correctly ( which I may not be ) ), so it's very impressive that you would select him!

Actually, Yeats was one of my favorites this past year though I may have commented on him being a challenge to understand.  There's alot between the lines in his poems and the story unfolds as you read, the common man I think.  In 'The New Faces', he seems to mock the young in so gentle a way, that could be one interpretation.  I actually might make this a non-entry if I can finish a couple others that will be longer depending how good they come out.  Thanks for the RL add and comment :)

Emotional presence counterpoints the elegant fluidity of language in mellifluous proportion. I always love your ability to capture the essence of the classics. 💖🙏

I like that term, emotional presence because it is something I am trying to incorporate into poems.  I am realizing that people want to be comforted by reads even more these days, and that's understandable.  Things were changing so fast for a while there that my writing compass was spinning on what to  write and how, maybe it still is.  But I stuck to the classics for comfort and direction, there always a good and timeless template for whatever events are happening.  Thanks so much for your insightful comments, friend, cheers to the New Year 🍸🌌🍸💕

I hear you. Things are up in the air. I tend to think in hyperbolic dramatic terms like, the 4 horseman have been loosed lol, but disease, famine, war, death, these have always been rampant upon the earth, some of us are just having our heads pulled out of the sand,  I guess, I know that must be true for me, leading a relatively peaceful life. Let's hope that in the coming year and onward, we'll take these tribulations to heart and grow from them.

In friendship,
Daniel

Quoting you above: "In the case of Yeats, many of his poems simply lamented about old age and spiteing the young ones."

I think a lot of this had to do with the time Yeats spent loving a woman who did not reciprocate his affections, resulting in the loss of his youth that he could not relcaim.

As for your poem, it rocks, it rolls, and it flows effortlessly.  

And is more engaging than the inspiration poem you chose, of which I am still trying to figure out the relevance of "Neither catalpa tree nor scented lime". Why that tree? Why that fruit? Yeats had a secret side and thus his poetry does too.

First entry! Well done and good luck in the judging!

I guess the secrets are very alluring to me, I sort of got hooked on his poems.  His humbled, self effacing or unloved manner is so artfully illustrated as to be the works of art it is.  I found a worn and disintegrating copy of one of his books at a rummage sale but did not buy it, once, I should have.  Oh well.  As many nuances as his works contain, so do they hold unsolvable riddles.  

I think the fruits he mentioned in the poem may be references to those which hide the smell of death, as the line previous ended in the word death.  It was a bit of sarcasm, perhaps.  

Thanks so much for the comment :)  I'm working on a couple other entries so I'll just make sure to list the weakest ones as non-entries later on..

PR, great work. It felt classic and elegant, something that makes folks ponder on and reflect.
Best of luck in the competition.

I love to be classic and elegant, great comment, I also wanted to capture the nuance of Yeats' poems, so glad to hear it is refective.  

Thanks so much for the comment, Happy New Year🍻