Saturday, September 29, 2012

Buried Seed Comments

Rating: 3.5

She was sitting, pretty
The metal serpent was transporting her from her flowery garden.
The heat of Summer was beautiful, perfect, all she wanted.
Then why, when cool shade, with a gentle breeze, never failed to complement,
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Stevie Taite
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Sandy Player 09 January 2013

this is excellent. so much stuff going on around the poem but it keeps itself cool falling back on the true love for that calm. a rare ten from me.

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Ruby Honeytip 24 November 2012

Her own shyness had once been the best and most obstinate doorman. You have the most beautiful perception and depth. You write your poetry heart first....I love it [3

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Valerie Dohren 21 November 2012

Another excellent write Stevie, enjoyed reading.

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Aria Siren 20 November 2012

This is one of my favourites of your work. Her own shyness had once been the best and most obstinate doorman. Never allowing her more than a glimpse passed his wonderful facade. Leaving only the room in her mind to explore freely The line about shyness being an obstinate doorman is genius. I love the narrative style of this poem, as if I am reading the juicy part of a novel. Very true how once forbidden things can seem so much safer later on. Time gives you courage.

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Payal Parande 29 September 2012

well mam you just got yourself a fan....yes i have become fan of yours, you write so graciously and beautifully each word described with so much passion yet with gentle touch of yours i just love it...... thank you for sharing love payal

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Stevie Taite

Stevie Taite

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