Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Out Walking – Among Nature And Poetry Comments

Rating: 5.0

Traveling down my usual path
I came to the end of the road.
Nothing reminiscent of Frost’s two paths.
No glorious crossroads.
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Lori Boulard
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Esther Leclerc 12 May 2006

Lori, this is how I've felt - are you in my head? Observation, revelation, more - I love this poem. You're the real deal.

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Uriah Hamilton 25 January 2006

I think we all desire to calmly and pleasantly enter eternity.

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Charles Chaim Wax 25 January 2006

a rare moment to absent the soul from torture which churns on and on at every street corner and drift into drifting even though seated on ancient wood once filled with water sun pure living and THAT has entered and once that has happened every moment is totally the moment free from time yet bound in time no contradiction only the blessing a fine poem

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Adryan Barnathan 25 January 2006

Lori your expression is beautiful.....I feel I have been to his very spot! It's moments like these, when time looses time..and we are captured in all that is glorious interconnectedness....we are plugged in....Robert Frost knew...to take the road less travelled by, often brings us to richer, more wonderous experiences. You have portrayed this very essence, right here in this poem! It's Lovely~

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Peter A. Crowther 25 January 2006

What is this life if full of care, We have no time to stand and stare? - or in your case sit. Nice contemplative poem. I love the line 'Clouds more like commas slid toward tomorrow'

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