A Smell Of The Soil Comments
A woman in a black cloak
Passes like the wind
Among a crowd
Holding the hand of a child
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Knows they are not her That woman From whom the child learnt Passion, anger, language With those poems Shiver-given by reading
And when she gets angry Stings his hand With a hot teaspoon- - - - - - - - - - - - - > of a human mother, this makes me gasp and want to smack that woman down... however, if it is Mother Nature, all of a sudden I have a change of heart and seek the action that is responded to
A powerful poem full of images. Deeply moving and poignant.
The world of poetry needs Rose and her examples, who knows what is the poetry meaning and how we can deal with it whenever we write or read them, Excellent Rose
The bond of a mother and child is like that of Motherland and its natural born citizens. The bond and their love will never be terminated or extinguished despite separation. The spirit will always find its way to be with our mother. Likewise, our mother will always to seek to find us no matter what.
The bond of a mother and child is like that of Motherland and its natural born citizens this is an amazing description and interpretation for the back side of this piece of work, Always Rose surprising us with her unique way of understanding the poems...many thanks again
A touching story. Life teaches, offers expectations. Nice poem Soran 10+
Dear poet Kesav Thanks for your nice comment, I hope you enjoyed it and gave you some pleasure, regards
Cloaks! ! ! Black in action, White as the reaction; Muse of women with their children, Attitudes along the streets. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
brilliant, you have create a new amazing poem here well done for your skill
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7/18/2025 6:50:01 PM # 1.0.0
10++++++++++++++++++++ and to my fav list where I shall ponder and sound its depth every time I read it