Friday, December 26, 2008

Bedtime Comments

Rating: 5.0

The lights go out, I come alive
Increasing heartbeat makes me thrive
A timid rascal in the room
If I come out he'd surely swoon
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Sarah Sisson
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Brother Jonathan Gardner 28 December 2008

Ouch! You reminded me what it's like to be 4 or 5yo again...and that takes some doing. Thanks for sharing. I really like the idea of that 'scariness' inhabiting the room's corner, in the shadows, waiting, and the idea of that fear being passed on - when the boy grows up and forgets the 'fear', from the 'fears' point of view there'll be hs son to 'terrorise', and so the cycle goes on. I like the kind of personification you gave 'fear'. Great poem! Afterthought: The idea that 'fear' feeds on our fear is so real, exactly like it is...which shows a way out! Great poem!

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Zaheer Kondkar 26 December 2008

Awesome.....this is what i can say.......

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