Friday, February 17, 2012

Faded Ages Comments

Rating: 5.0

Where do days reside?
Those faded ones
Whose light has died;
The ones of praise...and of regret
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Smoky Hoss
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Patti Masterman 14 March 2012

I enjoy the idea here. I used to torment myself with the thought that there was nobody in charge down here; (nobody to praise or blame; otherwise, why would things get as crazy as they so often do?) But I'm older now and I see things that once I was blind to. Your poem sort of puts some of my own thoughts into words, and I need to see that sometimes, I think; to remind me we are all rooting for each other and nobody is ever all alone down here.

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Sara Fielder 22 February 2012

Maybe they don't go anywhere. Maybe they just evaporate.

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Juan Olivarez 22 February 2012

Some of us would rather live in those days Smoky, great write.

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Eric Cockrell 21 February 2012

the ghosts we walk with... you're playing a familiar song. love it!

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Dave Walker 20 February 2012

A really wonderful poem, like it.

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Walterrean Salley 17 February 2012

I often think of them. A very warm and noatalgic poem.10

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