Friday, November 4, 2005

Autumn Blue Comments

Rating: 4.3

Sometimes,
in the quiet of an autumn afternoon when geese fly through a sun-laden sky,
memories erupt and emerge composing their own symphonies of music.
Light falls through the silence of rooms that are stored with volumes of emotions and words;
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Judith Vriesema
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Stuart Mason 04 November 2005

Yes, this does have a dignity and poetic beauty to it. It reminds me, strangely, of Virginia Woolf; the way it flows, the emphasis on memories and moments and personal symbols. Nice.

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Seán O' Muiriosa 04 November 2005

This is a brilliant poem Judith, absolutely brilliant. This one is going into my favourites! Well done.

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Simon Whild 04 November 2005

Wow, this one blew me away! It's one of those poems where I thought: 'I wish I'd written that! ' Lovely use of the Gothic house metaphor and wonderful free verse that was controled and well-paced. I shall certainly read more of your poems.

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