Monday, August 18, 2014

***the Waiting Land Comments

Rating: 3.8

The windscreen wipers worked at such a pace,
Large raindrops, heavy, thrown down by the storm,
No distance could you see, all was a blur,
No shape of tree or house, there was no form.
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Ernestine Northover
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Rajesh.c Bose 30 October 2014

striking like a cobra! what a wonderful imagery you have talent enrnestine!

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Soul Watcher 29 October 2014

nice and so much fun to read......enjoyed this very much.... please read my poems and leave your opinion

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Abekah Emmanuel 30 September 2014

I love the way you vividly describe these scenes of nature. Your decision to give no regular rhyme shows how unplanned but interesting the scenes are. Great effort for this one!

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Mohammad Skati 03 September 2014

This wonderful poem reflects that reality around us. Thanks.

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