Tuesday, August 5, 2014

On Fairy Wings Comments

Rating: 5.0

I don't remember when I lost my tenderness
And hardened into a thick shelled adult
No more innocent, no more gullible
Like a snake, I have peeled away my old self
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Manonton Dalan 25 December 2015

very long poem......

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Daniel Brick 19 August 2014

You tapped into a pervasive nostalgia with this poem. I read all the comments before starting mine and every one is in sync with your sense of loss - to varying degrees. I think Nika has the right response in citing A HIDDEN MAGIC she still finds within, because what she called BLISSFUL BLINDNESS, however enticing, cannot prevail. Your poem, itself an evocation of these tales, is the kind of literature which replaces what's lost. For example, Shakespeare's last plays are a mature grasp of the magic of our imaginations working to redeem mere reality.

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Chuy Amante 16 August 2014

ohhhh, that was heart breaking! I was hoping in the end that you found the Genie and the Pot of Gold... a very nice write

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Heather Wilkins 10 August 2014

a journey into a magical world of fantasy is a great place to go from time to time all poets go there. your imagination is super

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Hazel Durham 10 August 2014

On fairy wings you have brought us on a magical, wondrous journey through your beautiful imagination of your childhood that set you free into the world of fantasy that brought you so much joy, your imagination is still on fire! ! I love this beautiful write!

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Piyush Dey 10 August 2014

explains a crucial phase of life in such sad and joyous and beautiful way. such a wonderful imagination. loved it!

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Nika Mcguin 07 August 2014

Wow~ What a beautiful piece! It is something I can definitely relate to. A child's perception of the world is so vastly and frighteningly different. Maybe that in itself is the key to happiness - blissful blindness. For people like me who still believe the world holds some hidden magic, facing real life can be that much more difficult. A note though, your life is only as dull as you perceive it to be and make it.

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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 06 August 2014

Ah yeah the magical days of childhood overwhelmd by fairytale magic. Here evry cute girl tinks she is princess. So i enjoyd yor super memos poem, thumbs up! Soo nice to read u again valsa.

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Pradip Chattopadhyay 06 August 2014

how beautifully you describe Valsa the childhood whims and fancies, a magic that leaves with age. but i'm sure there's a child still lingering in you.

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Daniel Brick 05 August 2014

I wonder if you were issuing a challenge to the the fairies when you ignored your homework and went toWhat if you had awakened and your homework was completed? What a believer that would have made you. But alas instead it was just proof the fairies have withdrawn from your life into younger lives. Ingeborg Bachmann wrote the poem which comes to us after childhood, DON'T LOOK AROUND./LACE UP YOUR SHOES./DRIVE THE DOGS BACK./WORSE DAYS ARE COMING. Such is human fate.

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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 05 August 2014

Life once checkered with colorful patterns Bygone days charming and delightful. Days now are hard and dry. A reality presented and charming days revisited. Beautiful poem. Thank you.

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 05 August 2014

Sweet reminiscence of childhood days being transformed into adulthood on fairy wings.......Valsa......... so beautifully crafted with powerful lines..........great as always

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Stephen Katona 05 August 2014

I love this tribute to the magical world of childhood. Of course if you can write this, it's still all there inside you.

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Chuy Amante 05 August 2014

OH Valsa, Valsa there is hope! ! ! ! Your answer comes in a bag of dope! DMT LSD THC they all open the door to fantasy! (HUGE WINK; -))

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Akhtar Jawad 05 August 2014

Childhood has its own charms and fairy tales of our grand mothers is one of those charms. But when we were a child we always desired to grow in a youth as early as possible. a nice lovely write.

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