Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Dusk Comments

Rating: 4.3

The sun moves slowly with the intent to leave,
Slowly cradeling the mountains, the sun goes where its needed,
Dark crawls upon my Crimson flesh,
yet I feel nothing...
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Crimson Love
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Jacqui Broad 02 November 2011

Your poem is simply beautiful... :) . Dusk is also the best time to steal the neighbor's newspaper...or borrowing it, as I call it...

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Harindhar Reddy 02 November 2011

These lines imply much more than mere darkness and crimson color. I like it............... 'Dark crawls upon my Crimson flesh, yet I feel nothing...' Glorious description of the sun, moon and the nature and yourself. You are good symbolist by using above three, you achieved good symbolism. Your mind is progressing faster than your age. Amazing write............

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Lenore Lee 01 November 2011

Gorgeous write. I truly adore the way it implies that you can find warmth and joy even in the darkest of times. The symbolism here is magnificant.

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Eric Cockrell 01 November 2011

you write with a gentle sense of abandon... good write!

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Bipinaeco Ziclai 01 November 2011

gentle flow..........keep on writing about Nature enveloped with love for love is the greatest

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Bipinaeco Ziclai 01 November 2011

gentle flow..........keep on writing about Nature enveloped with love for love is the greatest

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