Friday, October 12, 2012

The Dead Swan..... Comments

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The swan did not die as elegantly as she had dreamed
Free willed mid-flight into waters rich serene
Lazing upon the bank sun stroking her plume
She did not pass away as she dared hope or assume
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karen sinclair
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R.benjamin Abate 17 May 2013

This was very well written. You have a really nice flow in your lines here.

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Ency Bearis 17 October 2012

impressive poem, a great tribute, heart rending

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Asif Andalib 15 October 2012

A very unusual subject and a beautiful write.

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Chandra Thiagarajan 14 October 2012

Oh! A great poem pulling the chords of my heart for the dead Swan.A poignant write which remains. Thanks and best wishes.

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Danny Draper 14 October 2012

A fine tribute to a majestic bird. I got a bit lost in the second verse. Am I right, she ate the fruit of ivy which was growing on her favourite oak and in turn it twisted her intestine. Lovely imagery the vine strangling the tree and then her life. The oak home to the swan, oblivious to her plight. A fine sensitive write.

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