Saturday, June 14, 2008

(journey Inwards Collection) .... On The Surface Comments

Rating: 5.0

My head breaks the surface.
across an oily swell
the detritus of other lives drifts.
I choke on air
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Janice Windle
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Kesav Easwaran 19 June 2008

...Here on the surface my lungs are thick, my arteries cauterised by the fire of unavoidable fear. My safety route is closed.... These lines I like very much. Here the reader feels the smoke by himself...beautiful piece dressed with stanzas resonant *10*

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Sathyanarayana M V S 15 June 2008

Nice poem Madam. I enjoyed reading it.

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James B. Earley 15 June 2008

Introspection in its finest hour! An exemplary effort.......

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Nothing superficial here J... and absolute heart-wrencher. So insightful and eloquent. t x

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