Monday, March 2, 2009

First Frost Comments

Rating: 4.8

Down the Northwest Angle cross the brow of the Boundary’s claim
The northern wanders with no less purpose, than what it brings
Toward the River Valley from off The Mighty Range
In days gone short of purpose, it’s time for premonitions and lore
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Pablo Cruise
COMMENTS
Sandra Fowler 09 April 2009

I am always nostalgic when I think of frost. Your last lines are superb. Beautiful work. I like this one very much. Warmest regards, Sandra

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Sally Plumb 25 March 2009

Loved this one. Really entertaining..

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Bill Grace 22 March 2009

Pablo, A poem with some very fresh stuff in it. In particular I like these lines: 'the ink of night' 'barn the roan while this land lodges under shrouds of crystalline' A very lovely piece of work that takes us to a distant place. It is very hard to do more. Blessings, Bill Grace

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Bonnie Collins 17 March 2009

Very nicly written about the comming of another season, I enjoyed the constuction of your words, and the imagery was so vivid....

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Kranthi Pothineni 17 March 2009

very nice and clean write...thanks for sharing

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LOVEFOOL Aka 16 March 2009

Warming and sensual great write 10+

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Jim Norausky 16 March 2009

I enjoyed reading this poem, good imagery. Jim

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Carl Harris 16 March 2009

Other than feeling that this poem is about the coming of winter, I am left standing outside once again, Pablo. Though your words are expressive, and generally related to the cold and pains winter brings, there seemed to be resignation rather than emotion in this poem. It just didn't communicate that to me. Carl.

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Tia Maria 16 March 2009

Our imagination takes us places we could never know in real life & this poem was the medium. Another remarkable piece of art. Thanks again

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Sadiqullah Khan 13 March 2009

Keeps the interest alive in a heavy composition. Very nice, Pablo.10

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Original Unknown Girl 13 March 2009

Very beautiful - really enjoyed reading this. HG: -) xx

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Trade Martin 13 March 2009

Consistently enjoyable work Pablo.....! ! !

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Lawrence S. Pertillar 13 March 2009

I think of the aging done by one still bristling within with fire and embers burning. And a repeated frost to bare it's head on one who recognizes the signs of aging. That's only one of several images I get from this wonderfully written poem. Congratulations!

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Barry A. Lanier 12 March 2009

This poem really has a gentle flowing pace filled with the personification and metaphors that you employed to give this reader almost a melancholy and serene vision like sitting by the fire inder a blanket waiting on the cold forst to come yet enjoying every minute in anticipation

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Catrina Heart 11 March 2009

First front in the morning light great! great! poem.........Full of hope, well written heartwarming piece woven with words of wisdom.........10+++

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Vaibhav Pandey 11 March 2009

brilliant piece sir...I loved it..10

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great and bringer of hope piece.

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Anjali Sinha 11 March 2009

lovely the first frost is a clear ending of sorts, but its also a beginning. More than any other natural event, its an edge or dividing time that we can record each year as a point of reference. In New England the killing frost ---is the one that turns the last vulnerable plants to seaweed. nice write dear Pablo. Thanks for sharing +++++10 anjali

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Uriah Hamilton 08 March 2009

I love the imagery and the soft travel of the words.

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Seema Chowdhury 04 March 2009

very nicely written really enjoyed it. you have the magical power to take the reader with you inside your lines and in your themes. well done thanks for sharing.

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