Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Reflection Comments

Rating: 4.8

Slouching beside my parents
A shabby shriveled bloke
Wrapped himself in a rug worn
Laden with a bulky bag torn
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Nooruddeen Mathilakathveetil
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Johnathan Juarez 16 May 2012

a very nice sentimental voice. unpretentious and soothing

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Saju Abraham 26 March 2011

The poem begins so beautifully and with your unique narrative style, you portray a piece of art through the poem. But the best part is the ending where the reflection comes in. Not to forget the superb imagery. Really a perfect one for me.

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Edward Kofi Louis 26 March 2010

Great piece of work. Keep it up and let us learn from you as well. Thank you. E.K.L.

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Shona Sengupta 24 March 2010

I will be reflecting on this poem. well written.10.

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Stacy Ferkol 23 March 2010

it sounds as though your telling a story while still keeping it poetic and that your reflecting either on yourself or soeone around you

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Tamika Robinson 23 March 2010

i absolutely love the way you told a story in this poem. in my opinion, it seems as though you have a sort of 'old english' story-telling flare. i find that as i read this, i sort of escaped reality, which i think is essential for telling a good story.

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Rich reflection is a refreshing river. Well done my friend.

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Eliza Willoughby 08 January 2010

Amazing your writing is an art form in itself :)

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Prof. Dr. Sakti Chakravorty 17 November 2009

Poem writing I love to say painting emotion with words… If one swayed by excellence ‘Dead’ becomes the poet. Ten. dr. sakti Cordially invite to my page [poem] read / comment and….

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Joseph Poewhit 10 November 2009

Words cast a shdow over many that are in the same boat.

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Varanasi Ramabrahmam 10 November 2009

Poetry-writing is a way to self-fulfillment. If one gets fame and money also it is a bonus. The essence remains expression of the rhythm within in a rhythmic way. Aesthetic persons always enjoy good poetry or poetry of their liking we not at any time asking to go through our verses. A nice reflective poem on poet's feelings.

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Carol Gall 09 November 2009

if a writer of poetry is looking for fame not usually happens where every poem is liked bad with the good

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Deodath Debideen 04 November 2009

Great effort, my brother! I understand. Yours may very well be my own story!

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cheyenne briggs 29 October 2009

I really enjoyed this poem.It was really good and expressed many things.I got many pictures in my mind about what you where talking about.Thanks for sharing. :) (:

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Jaleel Perinjanam 28 October 2009

Noordeen, The poem evolves some shabby memoirs of the past. The bliss from the dusty old grief is assorted with nostalgic environment. Why the shabby bookseller sprawling beside your parents? The link is not conceived to me as desired. The poem has a thirst to admire jovial verses of the past generation. Appreciated your effort. Admired the notion…. jaleel

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Louis Rams 25 October 2009

a poets life is one of peer pressure, and we actually look forward to hear what our peers have to say about us and our works. and you have touched all your peers with this write. a ten

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It's a very interesting plot. Great imagery!

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Marcella D 23 October 2009

this poem is so revieling and deep, nice tho

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Samanyan Lakshminarayanan 22 October 2009

A GOOD NARRATIVE POEM...CREATIVITY EVEN IF NOT RECOGNIZED GIVES A JOY

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Joseph Poewhit 22 October 2009

The title brings the words alive.

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