Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Private Mirrors Comments

Rating: 4.3

I may be an artist with brush of skill
I may be a musician rare of thrill
Possessed of voice sweeter than my pen
I may sculpt in clay now and again
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Mary Havran
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Shelley L Baxter-stanley 05 March 2008

Beautiful picturesque words pull this piece together very well! I love the artistic nature of it and your style of writing shines brightly once again in this one. Keep up the Awesome work Mary..... Shelley

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Who Iam 04 March 2008

Mary, I've come to know you as a wonderful loving person who can relate to the earthly things in our lives.This poem is simplistic and meaningful with every sentence, I enjoyed it very much. And thank you Mary for your inspiring comments about mine.

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Al Ramos 28 February 2008

Catchy title and great finish. You hit a homerun!

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Roger Cornish 28 February 2008

Love the last stanza... and I do know you.... and your wonderful poetry! Rx

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ari anna arena 27 February 2008

ciao, mary! skillfully crafted. thoughtful rendition. a grab of a title! carpe diem! aaa

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Howard Johnson 26 February 2008

I am not sure why all the low rating, easly a ten for me, The write is well thought out, with deep meanings...excellent write Mary.

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Tasha Gregory 26 February 2008

This was a very deep poem. It touched me alot! : -) Good job.

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Anyone who does know you is privileged indeed. A finely penned and provoking piece Mary. But we expect nothing less. t x

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Anne Bates 26 February 2008

Oh so very true, we cannot get to really know another while focused on ourselves.

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