Monday, February 27, 2017

Nebulous Phantasmagoria Comments

Rating: 5.0

The seas roll on at Nature's whim
as winds wail like a theremin.
Yet shines through heavens' inky scrim
the starlight of a seraph in—
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Harley White
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Bill Cantrell 07 November 2017

Projected despair that is embroidered in space bellowing out a slight of hand, now that I reread this, I think I will place my bets on the doleful Nebula face due to being a heavy smoking galactic smokestack, I find myself coming back many times to reread, one cannot just sit and casually zip through one of your poems

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Harley White 08 November 2017

I admit that there is a lot to muse upon in many of my poems. I do that deliberately, of course. Plus this one implicitly includes some of my preferred ideas about the universe and existence. Thanks for rereading it and commenting again!

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Tom Allport 27 February 2017

an interesting and illuminating poem with a guarantee I think of a bright tomorrow?

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Harley White 04 March 2017

I'm so glad you enjoyed the poem... Let us hope so...

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Bill Cantrell 27 February 2017

Harley, you are so cool! ! ! ! ! I am spell bound by your intellect and how you put so much facts into poetic beauty, you are one of the most unique poets I have ever seen! ! ! As brilliance and shadows contrast, , , , a bright tomorrow to me would be.....reading more of your poetry!

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Harley White 04 March 2017

Wow, Bill, I hardly know what to say.. In my poem Genethliac are the following two couplets... ____________________ When in dim creative burn, one struggles just to turn the page— Push on to… and puzzle through… a painful poem’s final stage. Midst seas of jocund companies, I would seek to speak from shore, Hope to leave behind a line of mine that wasn’t there before… ____________________ One composes a poem and then puts it out there for others to see. You are indeed a reader who makes the process worthwhile! Thank you!

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