Sunday, June 29, 2008

Inconsequential Syllables Comments

Rating: 2.4

The first cold letters, alone on the page.
A quick pencil found them,
and the lively and beautiful syllables blossomed.
The pale book felt the pencil
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Paul Hansford
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Lillian Thomas 01 August 2009

Very imaginative! And it captures the way poems are born sometimes in our heads, a word at a time, groping for others that ensnare the thoughts and feelings, seeking a sound that is both music and meaning. Thank you, Paul, this is one to treasure.

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Neil Young 06 July 2009

An excellent poem from an different point of view. Not a word out of place, clear, touching... Well done!

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Catrina Heart 19 April 2009

This poem greatly described the birth of words to chain up verses and sentences to have great imagery and context in a plain or blunt page....fabulous piece written with fine rhymes and diction.

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