Tuesday, July 12, 2016

My Dove, My Love Comments

Rating: 5.0

A feather of a dove had seized
a summer breeze
My swelling breath had ceased
its seconds' long
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Anne Yun
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Chinedu Dike 10 June 2017

Lovely poem embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing Anne.

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Siddartha Montik 03 February 2017

nice expression of love thru a feather! ! Loved it in such simple lines! thank you poet.! ! - Siddartha!

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Dimitrios Galanis 19 November 2016

Rereading it, in notice the comment of Daniel, I enjoyed it, dear Anne.Ohh you have a talent my dear.

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Bharati Nayak 15 November 2016

Doves' gaze has innocence.A lovely write, thanks for sharing.

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Daniel Brick 29 August 2016

This is a poem of loss and the beginning (I hope) of recovery. Each of the two line segments lasts only a few seconds; the whole poem probably occurs in about 12 seconds. That timing is important because it shows there's no time to think this scene through, to make intellectual sense of it. Things happen so fast - one moment you are the observer, then next a participant, finally the main actor because the dove is too dazed for action and besides it seeks comforting from you. You can't replace what's lost but you can offer comfort. I take this poem to be symbolic because if you replaced the dove with a human being, you'd have a poignant drama.

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Anne Yun 29 August 2016

A poignant drama! Yes, indeed. I wrote this because i was observing the doves through my window, they were like innocent young girls. The theme 'affinity and love' came to me as irony and humor at that time, but found the poem has its misty feeling, the added theme can provide readers a tendency to imagine.

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Daniel Brick 29 August 2016

I love Misty Feelings, they're an integral part of lyric poetry. For the past two days there is a mist lying over the lake and island across from my apartment. Nature provides the mist, I provide the feelings, the reader the imagination, a poem is born!

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Dr Antony Theodore 17 July 2016

then flew to me in her daze walked, to my sense..... beautiful expressions my dear poetess. you were always original in your poems....... thank you very much.

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Anne Yun 17 July 2016

Thank you, Tony!

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Dimitrios Galanis 14 July 2016

She wagged....Who is she? The dove? In english birds should be it.//Not clear the its second's long.To whom, to which does it refer? In clarity it should sound very nice.

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Anne Yun 14 July 2016

She can be a she or the dove, the readers can choose to think differently. It's seconds' long means the feather's whirling seconds in the air. The poem can be simple as the words demonstrated, or full of metaphors :) , also readers' own choice.

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Ernest Makuakua 13 July 2016

this is a great poem Anne thanks for sharing

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 13 July 2016

My swelling breath had ceased its seconds' long she wagged her head and gazed at what she lost then flew to me in her daze walked, to my sense Beautiful poem with loving metaphors. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks.10 for it. Subhas

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Anne Yun 13 July 2016

Thank you.

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