Monday, January 13, 2003

June Comments

Rating: 3.7

The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead
if the lips were gone. The year has been cut in half
with dull scissors, the solstice still looking for its square
on the calendar. Perhaps the scissors were really
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Ratnakar Mandlik 29 May 2019

The nature's manifestations evident in woods during June nicely portrayed. Well deserved modern poem of thhe Day.

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Dr Antony Theodore 29 May 2019

The year has been cut in half with dull scissors, the solstice still looking for its square on the calendar. great expressions. tony

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Edward Kofi Louis 29 May 2019

Chilled and blue! ! Part little red. 🤗 Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 29 May 2019

The sight of countryside and memories have been delineated so touchingly. It is justified for the modern poem of the poem of the day.

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Rajnish Manga 29 May 2019

This is an impassioned account of a country side with a friendly forest in the neighborhood and lots of memories from the past. Thanks for sharing.

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Sue Ann Simar 07 July 2013

This poem really spoke to me, it's feeling of loss, of suppressed emotions, it's questioning of how to deal with grief. It's obvious the voice of the poem doesn't forgive so easily- is struggling with how to forgive, is seeing forgiveness as a glank face, a blank cotton sheet- yet the teeth are there, the awful vees. The lips of the dead if their lips were gone- cannot speak for themselves, and here we are in time- watching for a square on the calendar, what calendar God uses...the integration of fairy tales- children lost in the woods- and family members-who prefer mysteries/novels to the mystery/fact of their own identity- the poem is alive with detail and leaves me with a sense of loss, of not knowing, of no discernible answer- just odd little facts to pile one on top of another- even the optical nerve, the liver don't give answers...how to forgive? A matter-of-fact My Amish neighbors forgive. But along with the poet, I'm also taken by the teeth, the branches, the forest all anger and yesterday. ... I will be thinking about this poem.....I admire its tenacity.

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Random abstract 3 angles of high looking down. Sometimes it's the taking, sometimes it's the being taken

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