Monday, December 17, 2007

A Wisp Of Mist Comments

Rating: 5.0

Was that a wisp of mist I saw, swirling across the lawn,
Drifting through the shrubbery, this early November’s dawn.
Frost had gathered on the grass, making it all crisp and white,
And so a chilly day has shown a vision of delight.
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Ernestine Northover
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Stone Granite 05 June 2008

The imagery in this poem is exquisite. Absolutely wonderful poem!

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Paul Butters 10 May 2008

Beautifully descriptive poem. Lovely read. Paul.

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Andrew Blakemore 06 March 2008

You've captured a beautiful winter scene here. Well written. Andrew x

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Uriah Hamilton 31 December 2007

This is just a very lovely poem, the imagery, and, of course, the sound of the words. Uriah

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Lynda Robson 18 December 2007

This is lovely Ernestine, wonderful imagery, you have captured a winters scene perfectly, best wishes Lynda xx

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I love the way you observe, and glory in things natural. A serene, finely depicted piece. t x

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Thad Wilk 17 December 2007

You've described the natures winter wonder to a T Ernestine, thank you! *10*! Thad

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Meggie Gultiano 17 December 2007

You have wonderfully captured it well, Ern..A pleasure to read..

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Meggie Gultiano 17 December 2007

You have wonderfully captured it well, Ern..A pleasure to read..

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David Harris 17 December 2007

Ernestine, driving home early Sunday morning the ground was all white from a heavy frost. A chill rose in the air. This wonderful poem reminded me of that and of the party I had been to on Saturday night. A pleasure to read and I felt the chill here. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David

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Duncan Wyllie 17 December 2007

A wisp of winter that floats the air Ernestine, sounds beautiful, this morning I woke up to see a winter wonderland myself, , I ride a scooter in to work, cold but stunningly beautiful along the lanes Thankyou for this one Ernestine, lovely feel to it Take care Love duncan X

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Sid John Gardner. 17 December 2007

An ephemeral happening captured by the words of a true artist in poetry.I enjoyed this one very much Ernestine. Sid.

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