Thursday, December 3, 2020

The Competition Comments

Rating: 4.5

I pound the pillow, curse the clock and mock injunctions to rest.

The sun finally rises and its rays slantwise fall through the curtains as I dry my hair.
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anais vionet
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Khairul Ahsan 04 December 2020

Loved your 'Poet's Notes' too.

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Khairul Ahsan 04 December 2020

The poem got better and better as it advanced, and I truly loved and enjoyed the final climax. Well done! Can you turn a poem into a song? If you can, I may try writing some lyrics for you.

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David Wood 03 December 2020

A beautifully crafted poem of intense depth and character. A delight to read, thank you.

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Kostas Lagos 03 December 2020

I hate competitions but I love this poem!

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Deluke Muwanigwa 03 December 2020

You describe so vividly. We are glad you survived the butterflies. I remember in school i had to stand in front of my peers to give a speech. It was nerve wracking. So i started off by saying " I am so nervous" and after i said that i relaxed. But the teacher who was grading us faulted me for saying that. I guess the more you do the more you relax. So you homework is to get your mom to stop everything and be the audience. No fighting please.

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