Tuesday, May 1, 2012

The Fisherman's Son Comments

Rating: 3.6

Perhaps it was when he first felt his shoulders
roll an oar, or when he pulled the thick boots on.
Perhaps it was when he saw the curved thin rod
of the moon angle into his father’s face and hook
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Judith Beveridge
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Kumarmani Mahakul 28 July 2023

This poem has been so nicely composed. Thanks for sharing.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 28 July 2023

An excellent poem! Loved the way the poetess has expressed things. Top score!

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Thakker Bhupen 03 October 2018

Love the line It's the way he knows his poverty without privacy in your poem -Man Washing on a Railway Platform Outside Delhi

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Ratnakar Mandlik 16 November 2016

A marvelous story poem with superb narration style. Congrats on the modern POD and thanks for sharing.

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Indira Renganathan 16 November 2016

This kind of quite a long story poem needs great skill and patience....you have marveled very well....I pity that boys' desire...Quite informative for me about your land's fishermen an their life style....thank you- 10

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Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan 16 November 2016

Nicely done.Congrats being member of the dayJudith Col Muhammad Khalid Khan

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Douglas Scotney 16 November 2016

great variety of perhapses, Judith. My bet is on a combination of the above or none of them.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 16 November 2016

when he heard the wind bale out of a speeding sky, Nice work.........

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Edward Kofi Louis 16 November 2016

Such talk went on! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Judith Beveridge

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