Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Sitting On The Wellhead Comments

Rating: 5.0

When the well dries out
No reflection to see for the eyes.
Just lean in and call upon to feel
The depth of that dark hole.
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Savita Tyagi
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Valsa George 02 August 2013

When wells of creative imagination dry up, we feel lost as poets, but when water wells up, new landscapes emerge and there is a transformation taking place within! A beautiful poem! ! Enjoyed! !

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Neela Nath Das 27 July 2013

The central metaphor of the dried well and the mood of despondency wrapped up intelligently.your creative power is very powerful.A big salute Ma'am.

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Adheez Van Der Beanthz 27 July 2013

a wonderful poem with amazing imagery i can feel your passion, i can feel your emotion and i can feel your energy like I experienced it myself thanks for sharing

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