Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Carved Granite Comments

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The Brick Church Road leads to Friedens
where yesterday and today
wooden carts and steel wagons,
powered by equine legs or fiery pistons,
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Robert Charles Howard
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Ratnakar Mandlik 06 March 2016

With excellent style of narration and it's rhyme, the reading of this poem is a pleasure. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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Susan Williams 06 March 2016

They may be us- -but not yet, o Lord, not yet.

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Kim Barney 06 March 2016

Wonderful! Friedens must be the name of the graveyard. The carved granite stones in may other graveyards call out similar messages. Well done, indeed.

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Edward Kofi Louis 06 March 2016

The bearings and strings of life! Thanks for sharing.

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Ben Gieske 09 August 2009

It is helpful to read all the comments. They open new facets of the poem to enjoy. It has many shades of meaning and changing moods. You always provide a lot to consider in your poems with your description adjectives and verbs. They are worth rereading.

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Linda Hepner 12 February 2009

It's the sound of this poem that appeals to me: I can hear the wooden wheels and the screeching metal ones in the first verse, the soft whisperings in the second and the mixture of both in the last, with the voice of the rocks and their message. Linda H.

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Ben Gieske 18 February 2008

Well done. A real tribute. I am not aware of why you chose 'Friedens' as the destination point. In German the word, 'Frieden' means peace. Everyone should be able to relate to this poem if not for other reasons at least for that reason.

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Alison Cassidy 22 January 2008

This sombre poem is presented, like a piece of music, in three movements - the andante first movement as the coffin processes to the graveside, the adagio of the funeral oratory and the explosive molto Vivace as the trumpets of life explode in celebration and remembrance. An intensely compassionate reflection on war. love, allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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Elysabeth Faslund 19 July 2007

The graves of the Civil War are everywhere. Sometimes, I look at these hills of Mississippi and wonder how many are laying underneath. We walk on the outcome of war. Sometimes I find something...a button off a jacket, a coin, partial bayonet. These are in a box I keep, not for the museum at all. Wonderful poem. Great tribute! ! ! xxElysabeth

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Goldy Locks 24 June 2007

you exemplify an infinite amount of kindness, compassion & wisdom. With high standards and a humble heart. best care, sjg

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Gregory Gunn 21 April 2007

Lest we forget their valour and sacrifice. I recently wrote one in a similar vein titled 'Somerset Memorial'. I believe it would be wise for many more of us to heed the monumental message that you presented here, Robert. Solid craftsmanship, indeed! Respectfully, Greg

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Sandra Fowler 20 April 2007

And we ourselves might whisper back to the stones, 'We are every landscape in which we have ever lived.' Marvelous, Robert. Warm regards, Sandra

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Not a member No 4 18 April 2007

Remarkable elegy Robert. Bristling with gentle echoes and profound learning throughout. jim

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Anna Russell 18 April 2007

A beautifully haunting piece Robert, I could hear the stones whispering as I read. Hugs Anna xxx

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