Thursday, July 21, 2005

Allium, Peeling Onions Comments

Rating: 4.8

Peeling onions with my naked nails
Oh how close I come to paring off my parchment skin
And on it I shall write: if all else fails
This you shall send to those I’ve harbored, allies, foe and kin:
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Linda Hepner
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Loved this. " Slice and chop and say my weeping is the blinding sun That pierces through the glass like a betrayer "" great work

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Kumarmani Mahakul 02 March 2019

That pierces through the glass like a betrayer and peeling like onions by nail this provokes thought. This poem is very brilliantly and excellently penned...10

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Daniel Brick 12 September 2016

This poem has a coiled intensity which you kept tightening rather than releasing. I felt the tension grow in me as I read. Of the many comments that probed the motives and meanings behind the poem I think A. Sears had it right when he said, THERE'S TRUTH IN PAIN. Two things stand out for me: The tears you shed are real tears caused by the cut, not the false tears of slicing onions; you press on despite the pain. The speaker accepts this degree of suffering instead of running away from it. I don't know why, but I know she has that courage of persistence.

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Brian Jani 03 July 2014

brilliant and captivating poetry this, i enjoyed the read.

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Gina Onyemaechi 27 September 2008

Met this one about 2 years ago, suddenly remembered it last night, re-visited it just now...and have fallen in love with it all over again. It is mystical, deep, and, above all, beautiful. Love, Gina.

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Michael Gale 25 April 2006

Ouch, to cut my finger... Pain and blood spills and does longly stay and linger. To give my sliced appendaged digit a much needed bath... I won't cook for a living, or go to school for typing or even take math. Math and onions i do not like... I'd rather have a tooth pulled or be super glued to a seatless one peddled down hill travelling brakeless bike. I'll only eat onions that are totally cooked...I wont go to a restaurant and look on a menue to oder it from the waitress, it will never be booked. Good poem and God bless-Mike Gale.

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A. Michael Sears 02 February 2006

There is truth in pain...I've believed that for a long time. Most of the time, it's worth it to get to the good stuff. (By the way...I love onions.) Aaron

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Chuck Audette 05 January 2006

Wow! This one is quite disturbing, some images that had me wincing. But very well done! - chuck

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Raynette Eitel 21 July 2005

I love this. It reminds me of Carl Sandburg's quote 'Life is like an onion; you peel off one layer at a time and then you weep.' Thinking of writing on an onion parchment made me smile. Great ending. Raynette

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