Friday, March 6, 2015

The Misfits Comments

Rating: 4.9

Our tears are just memories of our fears
Of mountains we’re unable to climb,
Like we’re drinking glasses of champagne
Without the cheers or the chime,
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Hazel Durham
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Stephen Katona 19 March 2015

A lovely tale of two fragile people finding each other and their sad world becoming full of sunshine. Two who feel they are misfits fitting together so they are no longer misfits. The sad thing is we all feel like misfits at times and it is rare when we find a place to truly fit. We might spend our whole lives searching. Beautifully written and packed full of emotion.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 15 March 2015

Tears are just memories. Very wonderful imagery with touching words make this poem really very nice. Beautiful sharing really.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 15 March 2015

Tears are just memories. Very wonderful imagery with touching words make this poem really very nice. Beautiful sharing really.

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Jak Black 14 March 2015

An intriguing piece, Hazel. Your writing always comes from deep within. You have been blessed with boundless imagination, I sometimes feel quite envious. Well done.

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Rajesh Thankappan 11 March 2015

A beautiful poem opening with powerful lines and then carrying the momentum throughout with sparkling imagery and finally concluding in blissful harmony.....10

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Valsa George 08 March 2015

We met along this troubled, scary way, Now life is like a rainbow curving across the sky every day, Colours to brighten and pack our dreams Into our collection of shells we chose along the seashore, Yes, there are shining pearls inside the hard core of the oyster shells! We may not always find them, but once found, life becomes a rainbow reflecting iridescent colours! Lovely write... Hazel. My 10!

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Lyn Paul 06 March 2015

Incredible First line. Re read these words several times. I always feel your every word.You have an amazing way of expressing your feelings. Thank you

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Kumarmani Mahakul 06 March 2015

Stumbling across this undulating land, and memories of fear with joy still remain with life. Still love and smile comes within. Wonderful central theme of this poem makes this nice. Well drafted.

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