Friday, January 4, 2008

Pity The Pen Comments

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The temple siren calls, deep within his walls,
stirring in his isolation, a need for expression and creation.
Reaching for notelets, grabbing at memorets and pigeon holes,
his hands slide and his memory glides,
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Sailing to windward
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R H 13 February 2008

Eloquently penned with a wonderful flow and control of pace...the opening line grabbed me and I was hooked from the first to the last line...your words certainly resonated with me... j.

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This knocked my socks off. I'll bet there isn't a single person on this site who couldn't relate to this one. The last stanza in particular is brilliant. t x

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Konjit Berhane 12 January 2008

L E F T ME.....S P E E C H L E S S..... KOOL ONE KONI

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Tom J. Mariani 05 January 2008

I am glad you have again answered the temple siren's call. Your poems have both sweetly coated and uncoated the pill of say for me. Poems sometimes seem always a work-in-progress for the poet - -'not even close, \to those he meant.' Keep picking up and re-dipping your pen for your readers. Tom

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