Monday, May 22, 2006

Sharpened Stones Comments

Rating: 4.8

Sitting at brackish-brown water's edge
Hands, blue-veined, sore to the bone
Strong tanned fingers, through muddied sand, dredge
And seek Early Man's sharpened stones
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Barbara Attaway
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fanniesson - 25 January 2007

Reads like a song last stanza brings it all together nice great flow enjoyable to read

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Chuck Audette 08 December 2006

I remember admiring the poetry in motion version of this. Loved the repeated lines, the natural beauty and solitude in the quest, and the final stanza connecting past to present. Well done. -chuck

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Des Gahan 22 May 2006

There is a great feel to this poem. Loved it and keep writing.

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Barbara Attaway

Barbara Attaway

Beaumont, Texas, USA
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