Saturday, September 24, 2016

The Soul Comments

Rating: 4.5

The shaft of narrative peers down.
The soul's a petrified fleck of partridge this October.
Mud-spattered, it thinks it's brush, it thinks
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COMMENTS
Sheeya Hacks 11 June 2023

Interesting poem, So very thoughtful. FIVE STARS

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Kumarmani Mahakul 02 November 2017

A thought provoking and meaningful poem touching to body and soul has been nicely presented. Thanks and congratulations for p.o.d.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 02 November 2017

The dead man’s soul is not immortal. It expires when the physical body dies...... It doesn’t come back nor does it socialize with the living loved ones or other living people....

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Seamus O Brian 02 November 2016

To tease at the edges of a bandage, not willing to endure the pain fully exposing the wound would cause. To probe and pick at the necrotic edges of an ulcer, avoiding the exquisitely tender center. To write tangentially of deer and partridge, one eye on the image of the verse, the other avoiding the painful gaze at the death of a loved one. This is truly one of the best utilizations of meaningful tangential language I have come across; nearly all others are clumsy attempts at what this writer has accomplished. Powerful and engaging, not alienating.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 02 November 2016

A thought provoking and meaningful poem roaming in spiritual matters about relationship between body and soul. Congrats on the POD.Thanks for sharing.

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Edward Kofi Louis 02 November 2016

Close enough. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 02 November 2016

The soul dies when the physical body dies... The soul of the dead does not return and roam around......

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