Saturday, November 3, 2012

Solo. Comments

Rating: 4.5

The hail beats the tin roof of this old house
like a previous century stoning
the ice crashing on the corrugated steel
is reminiscent of a
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Alistair Plint
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Sheikh Shadi Marjan 03 July 2018

Such a nice poem.......10+ You may like to read my poems and express your views too..... - Marjan

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Ruby Honeytip 20 November 2012

and I don't play it for you  I don't play it for you, any longer  You were once my god. Sigh...... Yes....I know.....I come back to this one. xxx

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Alistair Plint 05 November 2012

I am so glad, you relate this, Ruby, it was a very emotional write for me. Hard to do. The appreciation you show brings flutters of joy. Thank you so very much for reading me, and sharing your opinion. I love to hear from readers. xoxo Al.

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Ruby Honeytip 03 November 2012

Oh my! This poem fills me.....and empties me.... Beautiful longing and lonely silence. I just love this!

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Alistair Plint

Alistair Plint

Johannesburg, South Africa
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