Friday, September 7, 2012

Evening Walk Comments

Rating: 3.6

Aimless mind slap bang
Coated out to spring
Dressed up, bear body hiding
Set out the old road along
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Udaya R. Tennakoon
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Pamela Sinicrope 24 February 2017

I tried to comment once before, but PH got stuck. Congratulations on getting Poem of the Day. I saw your poem like a mirror and it's reflection. Similar- but reversed. On one side, the ability to walk aimless is a wonderful freeing experience...on the other, it could be alienation...separated from the rest of the world from which you walk around. I wrote sometime longer the first time, but it got lost! Again, congratulations on your expressive write.

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Udaya R. Tennakoon 25 February 2017

Thanks Dear Pam.! ! !

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Pamela Sinicrope 24 February 2017

Congratulations on Member Poem of the Day. I am a little late, but haven't been on PH in a while. I like the concept of your poem. The idea of passing time and having the freedom to do so while everyone else seems to have such purpose or responsibility is awesome. Well done. Take care.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 13 February 2017

Congrats on member poem of the Day.

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Rian John 13 February 2017

What is this my friend? From the way readers have praised you here, I thought probably you have experimented with your poetry. But painful re-reading suggests that you have written nonsense. Try to improve your writing skills man. Don't be misled by the praise. They might even not have gone through your poem. Commenting for most of them is a daily ritual to improve their standing.

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Chinedu Dike 13 February 2017

Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely brought forth in beautiful rhyme scheme with conviction. Thanks for sharing Udaya.

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Christina Simmons 13 February 2017

It is just so crazy and muddle up just like a walk in the evening sometime feels. Out for the sake of being in the open air. Well done for putting it across in the way you have. Good write! ! !

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Udaya R. Tennakoon 13 February 2017

Thanks dear Christina

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Bharati Nayak 13 February 2017

Some times we do not know where we are going.Life looks aimless and purposeless.Outwardly we appear as if going towards a destination, but inwardly we may feel vacant, without any aim. Passengers were on seats Passersby were in streets Driver is on the seat I am also on my seat All they know their aim I don't have a plan Left or the right same Just for the pass time - - - - - - - - -Congratulations for being selected as Poet Of the Day.

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Udaya R. Tennakoon 13 February 2017

Thanks dear Bharati..

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Clarence Prince 13 February 2017

Np plan, just for the past time! Ride on!

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Udaya R. Tennakoon 13 February 2017

Thanks dear Clarence

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Edward Kofi Louis 13 February 2017

Coated. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Udaya R. Tennakoon 13 February 2017

Thanks dear Edward..

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Anil Kumar Panda 13 February 2017

With a nice flow and simple wordplay the poem is very nice to read. The first stanza where you dressed up is very interesting.Bear body hiding..... is so nice. Enjoyed. Congrats on being selected.

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Tom Allport 13 February 2017

a go with the flow poem very well written.

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Udaya R. Tennakoon 13 February 2017

Thanks Dear Tom..

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Daniel Brick 13 February 2017

The title suggests this will be a quiet, sedate poem about something as conventional as a routine exercise. Instead you give us a poem of alienation on several levels. First, the speaker has no reason to walk or take the tram: observing the world around him is not his goal; other people are there but there is no engagement. Second, there is the existential alienation of a person who does not fit comfortably in his home space. It stems from thinking about society or the world, finding both inadequate reflections of his humanity. Where does this leave the speaker? Actually, no where, at least not anywhere THIS POEM reveals. But I read this poem as a provisional statement about this city of refugees. There is no way such a city can replace the cities of one's homeland. The adopted city is rooted in its place in other people's hearts, not the refugee's heart.

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Udaya R. Tennakoon 13 February 2017

Dear Daniel, much pleasure to read your thoughts and I am inspired by the last lines of yours he adopted city is rooted in its place in other people's hearts, not the refugee's heart. Thanks

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Bernard F. Asuncion 13 February 2017

All they know their aim..... congrats on being selected for tge day.....

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Udaya R. Tennakoon 13 February 2017

Thanks dear Bernard..

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Howard Johnson 14 September 2012

Excellant piece, filled with rhyming in every stanze thank you for sharing

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Thomas Hsi 13 September 2012

You've painted a very descriptive picture of what it's like being aimless and wandering in Basel. I can really get the feeling. You're very economical with your words; you say just enough to get the point across. Very concise. I like your poetry.

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Thomas Hsi 13 September 2012

I like how you are so economical with your words; you say enough just to get the point across. I suppose being aimless in Switzerland isn't always so bad, but I get your sentiments about the awkwardness of lacking focus and direction. Nice poem.

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Sam Varghis 08 September 2012

Aimless and cluelss.. Beautifuly written. But those who have no aims in life never reach any where. I love to read your more poems. Sam

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Moha Abbou 07 September 2012

It said that the good and the interesting poem is the one which tells a story and now I realized that by heart.

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