Wednesday, November 1, 2006

The Night My Father Died Comments

Rating: 5.0

I wasn't home that stormy night
the fragrance of pink Frangipani had
forever captured me, that bittersweet
magician of soft velvet, alight
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Herbert Nehrlich
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Gina Onyemaechi 05 November 2006

Moving and wistful, but without sounding self-pitying. Touching set of lyrics.

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Jerry Hughes 02 November 2006

Mein F, the ladies have stolen my thunder beautifully - indeed, a lump in the throat making poem...

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Alison Cassidy 01 November 2006

Dearest Herbert, what a touching moment you evoke in these beautifully penned words. I love the lyical verses fragrant with frangipani blossom juxtaposed against those stanzas penned in a more matter of fact way 'there were commitments, you see'. The last verse in particular was superb and very, very sad. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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H, you just encapsulated in a few memorably penned stanzas my very worst fear, bringing tears to my eyes (and that's rare) . It's heart-wrenchingly brilliant, to the extent that words fail me. (and that's...) t x

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