Saturday, April 22, 2017

The Flutist Comments

Rating: 5.0

The long sorrow of the flute
stretched across the parched
ground of the caravan camp
into the hearing of travelers
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Daniel Brick
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Rebecca Navarre 30 April 2017

Wow Again! ! ! ! ! An Amazing Incredible Journey With Such Strength And Detail Shown In This Inspirational Poem! ! ! ! ! Thank You So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! ! Many 10S! ! ! ! ! +++++

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Daniel Brick 01 May 2017

I'm happy with this poem. I shared it with Kathinka Pasveer, a Dutch flutist, for whom Stockhausen wrote great flute works, including one called PARADISE. I'm very happy I inspired both you and Kathinka! ! !

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Laurie Van Der Hart 30 April 2017

I really enjoyed this poem that you made up while walking around a lake! It really is ver visual and if you listen carefully you can even hear the flute... The one freely watering others will himself also be freely watered.

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Daniel Brick 30 April 2017

Thanks Laurie for your very personal, empathetic comment. Your empathy is shown by your HEARING THE FLUTE. Your second sentence with the metaphor of

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Nosheen Irfan 24 April 2017

A wonderful write. The reader can hear the sound of the flute. And can visualize a desert where a caravan of wanderers is camped listening to the flute coming from the silence of the night. Flutist energizes the listeners with his melodious notes but he himself has little rest. A profound metaphoric write. In the journey of life, some of us are flutists n others are listeners. A huge 10.

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Daniel Brick 24 April 2017

Thanks much, Nosheen, for this thorough critique. I wrote this poem in my head as I walked around an urban lake near my apartment. I spilled on paper as soon as I got home. I feel closer to my characters, especially the flutist, after reading your luminous comment.

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