Friday, September 11, 2015

Reminiscences And Regrets Comments

Rating: 4.4

The smell of crushed mango leaves
Takes me back to more than forty years ago,
To early schooldays,
When little boys in khaki shorts stand
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Tan Pratonix
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Seamus O Brian 06 October 2016

What a wonderful tour of what I consider exotic fruit, and what you know as childhood memories. My wife is Trinidadian, and I have wonderful memories of lymin' underneath the neighborhood's favorite mango trees. Don't get a mango lover discoursing on the character of various mangoes if you have somewhere you need to be. Thanks for this treat. :)

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Tom Billsborough 03 October 2016

Love Mangoes myself! Tragically chemical additives have ruined many fruits. I have fresh blackberries picked from my garden. It is a wistful look back to earlier and better times when the fruit was uncontaminated. An important subject well presented, Tan

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Akachukwu Lekwauwa 17 September 2015

it's good one from you Tan.

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David Wood 17 September 2015

You've made me feel hungry! I love mango and I love your poem.

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Roop Rekha Bhaskar 17 September 2015

YEEEEE.... my mouth is watering. and the manner you have written, mind flowing with the vision of mangoes. Mangoes everywhere. I was made to savour the flavour of mangoes thru this poem. Thank you.

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Nathan Coppedge 16 September 2015

In the modern taste!

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Nathan Coppedge 16 September 2015

A pleasing fantastic reverie! It begins with slightly too much focus on spice, I think. But, to your own taste. I'm not a big fan of sensory poems in general, but it comes across well in the end. I don't have any advice about the images. The words are well-chosen. Whether they correspond to real things I wonder about. Good poem, generally.

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Tan Pratonix 16 September 2015

There is another part of the world that you might not be familiar with: Tropical South Asia, the land of mangoes. So spice does come into it! The words correspond to the real things. Those are different varieties of mangoes. Thanks for your comments, Nathan. I am encouraged.

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Mj Lemon 16 September 2015

A great poem, Tan. It is about so much more than fruit and memories being corrupted...It is a reminder that all change is not always for the better. A great work.

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Rachel Hill 16 September 2015

Well done..for your time and effort composing this poem...but Time wise find it too long to read...I am losing the plot......I guess I only like simply and short poems....keep safe...x

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Pamela Sinicrope 14 September 2015

I LOVED this poem. This is the second mango poem I've read today...very different. Your luscious descriptions really pulled me in and your descriptive imagery is spot on. I kept reading on and on too see where the gut punch was going to be...and there is was! This is so sad what we are doing to our food and our bodies. I spend the day last week on a hobby farm to learn about the family farming movement here in the US and what family farmers here are doing to make the soil and the animals healthy again. This is a world wide problem. Again, your poetry is hitting on important world issues. Well done!

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