Tuesday, January 3, 2006

A Cold Day In January Comments

Rating: 3.5

Last year my mother died.
I was not there; she died alone.
It was mid-winter when
we buried her. The roads were treacherous
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Pete Crowther
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Melvina Germain 13 August 2006

I love this poem, it speaks to the heart. A truly sad time, expressed so well. Thankyou for sharing.------Melvina

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Scarlett Treat 05 February 2006

How right, that the weather should fit the bleakness, the pain in your heart. I felt the aloneness, the hurt. I to have lost my mother, and she was my dearest and best friend, and tho' it has been a long time, this work freshened my pain, because it was 12 years ago this month that she left me. Thank you for helping me remember how much I miss her. Linda

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Tan Pratonix 03 February 2006

You have a great talent for writing. Excellent poem. But I wonder if your religious views can reconcile with my friend Tom Prato? Regards Tan

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Elya Thorn 30 January 2006

sad, and the winter that seems to be your soul in those days, very beautiful analogy! a great piece of work! ~~Elya Thorn~~

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Lori Boulard 16 January 2006

Beautiful, particularly the last lines. And how wonderful that poetry has woven itself through the generations! Small note: I suspect you meant 'known' in line 11. Just me being picky, but a nice read regardless.

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Rene Bennett 15 January 2006

My heart to yours. I too lost my mother. Something I to this day find so hard to accept. She was my life. Your poem is excellent and yuor imagery is beautiful. Wishing you a gentle healing. Rene'

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John Tiong Chunghoo 10 January 2006

love the descriptions.

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Linda Preston 05 January 2006

A nice musicality to this poem - certainly makes you feel that cold.

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A. B. 04 January 2006

A well written sad and touchy poem. Sorry for your loss Pete.

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Linda Hepner 03 January 2006

Desolate and moving, Peter

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Ernestine Northover 03 January 2006

You are right there, Peter, 'appropriate' is the word to use. There's desolation too, and a sudden stopping of time and thoughts. Numbness really I suppose takes over. A lovely write about a very sad happening in ones life. Something a lot of us experience I'm afraid. A sad time. Very well told. Love Ernestine XXX

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