Thursday, December 8, 2005

Afterglow Comments

Rating: 5.0

I fall into the green pools of your eyes
once again
like crimson tipped rose petals into a violent stream
rushed away from sensibility
...
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George Murdock
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Kristen Burbella 28 November 2009

This is amazing...what else is there to say?

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Rachel Butler 10 October 2009

The bed is a pyre which has consumed us Rachel Ann Butler

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tom mc quade 25 August 2009

aww George a younger turk could never handle it and elucidate with such finesse..experience carries the moment and brings it all to such artful conclusions...only a poet like yourself can immortalize their lovers :) tom

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Sathyanarayana M V S 14 November 2008

Tremendous imagery and beautiful flow of words. While reading the poem, throughout I could see an ardent lover singing a love song with a smile on his face; looking at his love.......beautiful indeed.

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Patti Masterman 29 October 2006

The imagery in this is electric; bodies we''ve never really seen before, bed as a pyre. I love it, like in this one, when the feeling is, something HAS us- we are not exactly the free agents every moment as described in old yellowed documents.

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fanniesson - 24 September 2006

stuff like this is what makes you a great poet you are worth reading

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Solomon Brook 16 December 2005

Nice piece there. I felt like it deserved a 10 from me. I appreciate the endearing feel I got from it. Thanks.

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John Kay 10 December 2005

George...the post 50 love poems that are not about unrequited love are the best, and this is a good one. Nice concluding line.

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Hugh Cobb 09 December 2005

Dear George: I love this poem! It captures the feeling so elegantly and precisely. Beautifully written! (10 from me.) Hugh

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