Monday, March 24, 2008

An Ode To A Poet Comments

Rating: 5.0

If I move from this place then the rhyme will be lost
like the dreams when you move from the bed. All the lessons
we’ve learned between slumber and light are the truths, never making
the pages of knowing.
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Alison Cassidy 04 April 2008

It is refreshing to come upon a poem written in anapaestic tetrameter and you use it to great emotional effect in this impassioned tribute to your poetic muse. You have also used some highly original images which really challenge the reader. You're right, poetry can lift us from the darkest place and make meaningful a journey over the sharpest stones. It's also a 'mark' to leave on the word when we've gone. Excellent poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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Malini Kadir 01 April 2008

Alison, this is a very creative work of yours.....

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Mary Gordley 25 March 2008

Alison, this is a marvelous poem and I so enjoyed reading it. Thank you.

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Sidi Mahtrow 24 March 2008

The last few lines of your poem bear repeating: 'So while you are a poet who is still undead and the clocks on the walls tick around my longing Show me your pages that remain unread and bring light to these caves where my soul is crawling...' s

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Marvin Brato 24 March 2008

Warm and heartfelt tribute to living poets, who may withered soon as fallen leaves but whose deaths fertilize the tree of memories! Thank you for reminding, a 10..

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Aashish Ameya 24 March 2008

good one..i also wrote on on same.....

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