Sunday, October 4, 2009

Open Heart Comments

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Hands reach to hold
As the soul soars high
Pulling at the tendrils
That hang from its feet
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Fiona Davidson
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A very meaningful poem Fiona. 'Hands reach to old as the soul soars high pulling at the tendrils that hang from its feet'. And the last stanza is works so well too! Top marks. love Karin

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Rachel Butler 13 October 2009

They remain below here To wait in restlessness Rachel Ann Butler

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Cindy Kreiner Sera 13 October 2009

Superb write Fi, 'Pulling at the tendrils, That hang from its feet' it's hard to let go and still harder to say ' go in peace' - Cindy

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Ramin Chaman 04 October 2009

A nice Tone Poem... and very eloquent.. well done..

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Carol Gall 04 October 2009

love this write fi .....

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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 04 October 2009

Wooosh! For a moment there, when i read the title, i thought you had ventured intomthe field of Cardio-Thoracics...lol! ...Souls are never left behind, yet graves are still home...but they are for we, the grieving bodies.Well Done, lass! F j R

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Ric Bastasa 04 October 2009

with open heart, what follows next are open arms... nice imagery fiona.

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