Sunday, April 11, 2010

My Life Comments

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Rajinder Singh 17 April 2010

what wont a person do to be a child again and be with loved ones.all joys and pains very well brought out.thanks for such a lovely poem.

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Eyan Desir 13 April 2010

Nice flow..Indeed this was a pleasure to read Nice job done there Lady grace

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Sadiqullah Khan 12 April 2010

If you remove the punctuation, it would become my style of (post post modern poetry) . The theme is that you go with a continuous flow of thought, uninterrupted as it appears in your consciousness, much like a psychotherapist would ask to say what ever you want to say. How it is different from prose is by the use of metaphor, sometimes and getting up and down frequently, to strip it from its form and at the same time carrying the lyrical intensity. This is actually post realism. [I am no authority though]. The form is also not unlike telling a story or an event and a very direct experience without the aid of any authority or mastery of language. How to do with the pauses, as the stream of thought would need reflection in between, my point is that just stop, think and then write again, narrate or read. This is lovely write

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 11 April 2010

As I open my eyes and write these words, the moment I took my last glance, it's my smile i saw in your face.. it is good to experience it and feel graced at the agfe of 90 is unqoque one and i toof lwo wit it when fine some smile on the faces.... beautiful and lovely.....10

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Ravi Sathasivam 11 April 2010

Great poem. Well penned Enjoyed reading it Thanks for sharing with me

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Ken E Hall 11 April 2010

Every life is different and yours is no exception and this poem tells us we all blessed with God and all the wonders he spreads before us....great write thaks for the words...regards

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Kumud Ranjan 11 April 2010

a very sweet, cozy poem..full of lively scenerio its the childhood when we do play enjoy without any particular hidden reason.. n thn wisdom we get...that changes the meaning.. every fall n rise.. we still live...happily..b'fully written...

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the you in the poem is God....... him alone....... nice! ! he opened your eyes......... as he did mine

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