Sunday, September 25, 2005

Saturday Night Rituals Comments

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The paper boy brought Sunday’s Post on Saturday night
as our family watched “The Hit Parade” inside.
We’d hear his cart rattling by on the icy pavement,
then his song, in his nasal voice: “Baaay-berrr! ”
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Ivy Christou 01 October 2005

i liked this Max.. A brief visit to your childhood with the talent to paint wonderful images from your life. well done! HBH

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Herbert Nehrlich1 25 September 2005

A page from the life of Max. Nice and well done. H

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Pradeep Dhavakumar 25 September 2005

Nice poem, Max. But I thought some things are missing. Like Why does the house come 'alive'? 'Tales of the world' does not present a strong case for me. And what tales? Also 'excitement' is not 'shown' in the verses, for it to 'not last long'. Some more description here would do the poem good, Max. Thank you.

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Theorem Thetruthserum 25 September 2005

Awesome poem about the superb services of yesterday. What came to mind was how bad service has gotten in the country. It is failing because we have fell in love with convenience.

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Raynette Eitel 25 September 2005

Somehow, the nostalgia of this poem makes me sad. The final stanza tells me why. I would like to see more metaphors in your poem, Max. That last stanza contains a simile that is a dilly. Raynette

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