Saturday, March 11, 2006

0180 Let Sleeping Dogs Lie Comments

Rating: 2.4

At the far edge of the expanding cemetery
in its uncertain spiritual limbo,
its small gravestones re-emerge only in late summer
like a clipped coat, the tall grass annually machined; of
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Michael Shepherd
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Chuck Audette 21 March 2006

Beautiful poem, Michael. Lovely imagery. There might need to be some occasional squirrels around, too. -chuck

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Ghada Shahbender 12 March 2006

Every time I visit our cemetries, and where I am they are arid and dry, I think the dead don't lie here... they lie in the memories of the people who miss them. As usual your poem gives me much to think about.

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i've noticed a pattern of exceptional poems from the writers of the British Isles. this continues that pattern. enjoyed the rabbit stuff - and the punchline at the end was bold and profound.

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Gina Onyemaechi 11 March 2006

Michael, I can't even begin to think about the message here, I'm just swimming in these rich, delicious words! ! Beautiful writing. Regards, Gina.

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Hugh Cobb 11 March 2006

Dear Michael: A lovely poem, here. The sense of connectedness and intercommunication amongst all species is a wonderful thought and so much gets lost in the translation because we, arrogant humans, fail to listen and give proper attention. Best, Hugh

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nicci Hopmann 11 March 2006

good poem iliked it...keep up the good work... nicci

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Michael Shepherd

Michael Shepherd

Marton, Lancashire
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