Sunday, June 10, 2007

A Harsh Mistress Comments

Rating: 5.0

The call of the seagulls,
near the edge of the sea,
is the lure that attracts men
to their boats to test the sea.
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David Harris
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Francesca Johnson 18 June 2007

The sea can be a harsh mistress (or master in my case) but I know the lure of it and the attraction. Your poem warns against this, and rightly so. The men who go out fishing are taking their lives in their hands. An interesting write, David. Love, Fran xxx

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Very intrigueing well though out poem that was honestly just a very good read that made me think...and scared me a bit because of the lack of control that comes with spending time on an unpredictable Large body of water. I truly loved it though David! Thank U for taking the time to share this one as you must be spending alot of time on the sea lately...or at least in your heart and mind you have lingered there alot as of late.Great place to be! 10/10 =Shelley=

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Melvina Germain 11 June 2007

Excellent poem David, I love the title, it draws you to the poem. The sea can be a harsh mistress at times, I would imagine those who love the sea become intrigued by it. Unfortunately I'm afraid of large bodies of water and would consider it harms way. Wonderful poem David.--Melvina--

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Andrew mark Wilkinson 10 June 2007

She is a temptress the sea, come, come and play with me let me show you places you have never seen...10

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Marci Made 10 June 2007

This is a good poem and reminds me of the ex and his dang boat nearly killing us often as he attempted to navigate from Greenwich [Cos Cob] to NYCity...Apart from that memory and the many tugboat rescues, I love the sea, it is my solace, my refuge and my calm in the storm. The sand, the shells, all of it....but for me I can't say it's my Mistress or Master, just perhaps one of the few places that my restlessness ceases to be.....Excellent one here.............marci.xo

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