Saturday, June 13, 2020

Death In A Lunch Hour Comments

Rating: 5.0

he entered the room as if rice was about to boil over,
seeing faces of those he didn't recognise look as though
they were reading the last line of a book they never read
before, staggered, asymmetrically pensive in times during
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Clive Culverhouse
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Soran M. H 27 June 2020

burst of off the street heart attacks, the last hope of ever thwarted reasoning and too the waitresses were cardboard

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Clive Culverhouse 01 July 2020

Death In A Lunch Hour thanks for your comment.,

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Soran M. H 27 June 2020

This poem is amazing in statement, rhetoric and metaphors, with a strong language and a solid poetic structure. It resembles a rare movie clip, or animated draw of a brilliant painter, and so you make from everyday things precious, invaluable pieces with deep philosophy meanings. 10/10 and onto my fav list, well done

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Clive Culverhouse 01 July 2020

Thanks for your constructive and kind words, what great feedback, thanks for taking time out of your day to write this amazing comment, .,

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Clive Culverhouse 26 June 2020

this is one of my poems that is also on Write Out Loud here's a comment from that poetry website " Enthralling, stylish and quite spellbinding. Great writing, loved it."

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Varsha M 13 June 2020

Explicit imagery, a person about to boil like rice.... beautiful metaphoric Then waitress grumbled... Cat-back whiteness of fear I think. Street heart attack..last hope of ever .. wonderful write.

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Clive Culverhouse 13 June 2020

thanks for commenting on my poem Death In A Lunch Hour yes last hope ever, and sometimes it is perhaps just meant to be when the waitresses are just cardboard.., , , ,

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