Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Bated Breath: A Poet’s Poetic Sojourn Comments

Rating: 4.0

***Read up 'The Mind Drift' First...

Yawn, yawn, more yawns… Oh digidy yawn, my mouth so wide, could stuff a ton. Woke up messed up, my head... those drums. Bathtub, great munch… Yeah! Back in form! Straight up to where I left you off, I had to sleep… Don’t you agree? I tossed and turned all through the night… Tracey! Tracey! ! Till morning light.
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Niken Kusuma Wardani 04 February 2009

Hi, i enjoy this kind of new-type poem... drive us through all the word to the end and miss it when it's gone. Good write

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Louis Rams 27 January 2009

again you seem like you are shy. why don't you give yourself a chance and try. the sojourns seem nice but not my spice but i'll continue to read and let you feed. on the words that you write until you get it uptight.

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Eddie Roa 27 January 2009

your poem could easily be adapted to 'rap' music. Prosy but nice cadence

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