Tuesday, May 23, 2017

The Vagrant-Winter Comments

Rating: 5.0

Shivering o'er a fire with others of his kind
Looking through the faces, his life's story came to mind
A little boy in tatters; a young man by his side
A middle-aged in crutches, then he; the ebbing tide
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Loke Kok yee
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Akhtar Jawad 02 June 2017

A great poem, reminds me of Longfellow's The Slave's Dream.

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This is a poem that grips you with an aching heart. How one shudders! To think even to be left alone in icy winter, sends a chill through the spine. A poem that showcases the truthful tragedy of cold winter, added to it with poverty and loneliness. To quote: Then snow started falling but he was no longer aware When morn brought a tepid sun; his footprints were no more there A powerful poem, Loke! Full Marks! 10+++

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Loke Kok Yee 02 June 2017

Thanks Geeta, I will need to move on to some humor writes after this

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Simone Inez Harriman 26 May 2017

Felt the unrelenting bitterness of endless cold and the chill of death close to the bone with this one Loke

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Loke Kok Yee 26 May 2017

Thanks Simone, I'll make it up with that Blackbeard thing which I will push out tonight. Thank you again.

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Valsa George 26 May 2017

Another gripping write. When many stay in heated houses in winter and air conditioned homes in summer, some are thrown to the streets with no place to call a home of their own...! The young ones may somehow survive the cold blasts of winter. But for the aged, it is intimidating and many succumb to the cruel bite of winter. Here the poor man got deleted from the scroll of life, unnoticed and unattended by anyone. So tragic! A sure 10

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Loke Kok Yee 26 May 2017

Thank you Valsa, this series on The Vagrant had me mentally drained and I was quite happy to finish it off. That Blackbeard write was the antidote and I will have it out tonight. Thanks again for taking time off your tight schedule to read.

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