Saturday, June 27, 2009

Highway 13 Comments

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Traveling eastward on highway 13, passing
uninhabited-it seems- railroad tracks
and quaint white churches, steeples
humbly making signs of the cross.
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Almedia Knight-Oliver
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Mark Nwagwu 16 April 2010

Many of the old cathedrals of Europe were built with stone, grey, ashen in colour to remind us - lest we forget - what we really are - dust; ash; not white, not black; mere ash. Well, as you say in this thoughtful, deep write, Almedia, the poetic architect quickly dismissed such thoughts - of white churches followed by black ones. I like the term 'poetic architect', it is filled with life.

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Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK 25 March 2010

‘…The poetic architect quickly dismantles such thoughts…. behind the green and brown plain, /brown and red leaves dance before/’resting their souls….’ What Poets can do thro’ the great Architect …is poetic mind and imagination …and souls resting phase color play…enjoyed Ma’am… Ms. Nivedita UK PS 10

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Saadat Tahir 01 July 2009

hi alm wrote this a couple o yrs back but is still fresh and if one would open the window the cool gush would flood the room beautiful write cheers

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