Thursday, April 15, 2010

The Host, He Says That All Is Well Comments

Rating: 3.8

He didn't want to do it with skill,
He'd had enough of skill. If he never saw
Another villanelle, it would be too soon;
And the same went for sonnets. If it had been
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Howard Nemerov
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Bernard F. Asuncion 14 March 2018

Such an interesting write by Howard Nemerov👍👍👍

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Ratnakar Mandlik 14 March 2017

'Soap bubbles are the skipping stones. Wonderful inference. Congrats on modern poet of the Day.

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Anil Kumar Panda 14 March 2017

I like the poem with its message. Thanks for sharing.

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Tom Allport 14 March 2017

a thought provoking write that worms it's way into ones? ....... brain!

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Edward Kofi Louis 14 March 2017

Poor moron! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 14 March 2017

So there he was, this forty-year-old teen-ager Dreaming preposterous mergers and divisions Of vowels like water, consonants like rock. An interesting poem with soap bubbles and skipping stones. Enjoyed reading it.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 14 March 2017

Something that could stand..... thanks for sharing....

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Lantz Pierre 14 March 2017

Verseballs of PoemHunter.com take note: you have been called to task. Take your fingers out of your ears, or out of your arseholes, open your eyes with wonder and worry whether you have a thought in your head with enough substance that it may be polished and perfected with the hard abrasive of applied rigor to bring awe and amazement to the life of another.

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