Monday, February 8, 2016

From Colville Street To Alder Street Comments

Rating: 5.0

I'm a moth drawn to a glow about to fade
Where is that cherishing fire still tended?
At crossings where nobody watches
Someone may be lighting up at any time
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Denis Mair 03 March 2020

A PoemHunter friend tried to post a comment here, but the comment-posting function was spotty that day. She sent her comment to my Inbox, as follows: " It’s interesting that you learned to appreciate someone so very different from yourself. It’s an enriching experience to be able to connect with someone despite such differences."

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Bharati Nayak 07 January 2020

Through your words I can see a beautiful and charismatic lady walking along the street of Walla Walla. She has some mystic aura around her that can attract a stranger from a far off land. A lovely poem, thanks for sharing.

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Daniel Brick 23 February 2016

Your poem gives this woman a new residence in my imagination, but her soul is so l-a-r-g-e if mine were superimposed on hers, the edges of hers would fan out like a nimbus. (*) You dont say in the text you were a visiting poet: you dont need too, this praise-song sings as only a poet can, transforming the sensual into the spiritual. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say: you find the sensual and the spiritual ideally meshed in her being. That's what I am taking with me. (*) That's paraphrased from Bergman's Persona. It fit your theme so well.

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