Saturday, June 20, 2009

My Journey Comments

Rating: 3.3

Morning winds blow ice-bound air, in curling gusts about my hair.
Within, my toes are cosy warm - without, my shoes are scuffed and torn.

With face pressed to the north I walk, abjuring folk and idle talk.
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Black Mendilouche
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Susan Jarvis 23 June 2009

The up-beat rhyme and rhythm gives the underlying pathos of this poem a defiant edge. This is a wonderful multi-layered poem. S :)

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Sally Carter 22 June 2009

This reads beautifully - everything flows so well, and I love the hopeful message. You sound a strong lady.

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Paul Hansford 21 June 2009

Nicely done. It has emotion combined with an intelligent use of simple rhyme, and an optimistic message.

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