Monday, July 23, 2012

And Then Comments

Rating: 4.5

Outside I hear the sounds of children,
the sounds do not get louder or softer,

just a small stone in the hand of a morning,
legs splayed and weak obscurely in cotton,
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Leslie Philibert
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Roseann Shawiak 09 October 2013

I agree with Samantha - this one is passable.

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Heather Wilkins 30 May 2013

a well written verse. The imagery is great. I get the feeling I am there

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Samantha Robinson 18 August 2012

This one is passable.

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Justin Reamer 16 August 2012

This is a great poem; I really enjoyed it. Thank you for the comment. This is spectacular because of your dream's description. Good job.

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Rajendran Muthiah 23 July 2012

Unusual phrases like 'creaky gate', 'stale milk' and 'splayed legs' are used in smooth flowing lines. You hear the sounds of playing children and then fall asleep to scramble up an imaginary slope, dream of your first day in school and wake again to the sound of the paper boy. Simple events are couched in nice words in the form of couplets.

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Leslie Philibert

Leslie Philibert

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