Wednesday, June 4, 2014

A Cold Night In Santa O'Vaia. Comments

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A splintered moon rises
Over the village of my ramblings
And a cold mist follows, a chilly blanket
Deep from the valley floor
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Geoffrey Fafard
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David Green 02 December 2017

I liked this poem. It spoke to me.

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Valerie Hutchinson-morgan 10 August 2015

A vivid, haunting scene painted expertly with words. Thank you!

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E Nigma 08 November 2014

I like the very first line it was a clever way of depicting the moon in a form other than its fullness by saying a splintered moon. I love how you've painted such a chilling scene it has a feel of a town haunted. Ha I was writting these lines and scrolling back and forth as I read them only to come to the point where the ghosts will be meeting so that shows from the beginning you have captured my attention with precise and very vivid imagery setting the mood really well. This theme almost has the feeling that you are in sleepy hollow and taking in all the sights and sounds around you before ichabod makes his presence known only to retreat indoors with all of the emotions you have gathered. Chillingly good!

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Colleen Courtney 05 June 2014

An interesting and very enjoyable read! Thanks for sharing!

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Gajanan Mishra 04 June 2014

leaving the shadow, good writing, I like it, thanks. please read my poems and comment.

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