Friday, April 28, 2006

Mosaic Comments

Rating: 4.8

Amidst the dull maize sunset
and the chill of soon to come night.
I wait for darkness to descend, a welcome friend.
My muse rises from depths, a whisper
...
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Joyce Chelmo
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Brian Dorn 23 October 2006

A stunning piece from beginning to end... brilliantly done, Joyce! Brian

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Joyce Chelmo 01 May 2006

Thank you Greg! ! You made my day. Joyce

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Gregory Gunn 30 April 2006

Completely captivated by 'My muse rises from depths, a whisper / barely audible, pressing, a hunger / that needs to be fed.' In my case, my muse screams at me, often in foreign tongues, that it invariably takes inordinate intervals of time to translate, then transcribe-that it's quite maddening, to say the least, and always when the darkness descends. I can see why you would have this framed; a sheer delight, Joyce. All my best to you, Red, Greg

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Joyce Chelmo 28 April 2006

Sandra and Hugh thank you both so much. I have this poem framed on my kitchen wall. I have a mozaic as a backsplash behind my sink. Red

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Sandra Fowler 28 April 2006

Clarity of vision. Fine descriptive imagery. Your word picture paints itself into the reader's mind. Kind regards, Sandra

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