Saturday, January 10, 2009

Thou Cometh Comments

Rating: 5.0

Early morn, midst moonlight flooding the room
I awake feeling thy presence my love. Thus
Arising from bed I forsake more sleeping
And betake me to casement, where, keeping
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Fay Slimm
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Tony Jolley 13 January 2009

Warm and lovely. Like the use of King James' language - it emphasises the timelessness and somehow the regality and stateliness of the proceedings too. Tony

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Herbert Nehrlich1 11 January 2009

What a poem! Hot in the room is right. Just a word fits this: Brilliant. Hx

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Andrew mark Wilkinson 10 January 2009

Me thinks, thou knoweth the bards work lady don't you.... Andy 10

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Sid John Gardner. 10 January 2009

Marvellous writing Fay as you release us from our worldly confines and allow our spirits to soar.Great imagery written with sensitivity. Sid xxx

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Kris Smith 10 January 2009

Truely magmagnificant piece of poetry from an ageless golden pen 10 +++++++Chris

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Michael Gale 10 January 2009

Great nectared words drunk sillily by modern poets of time divine. God bless all poets-MJG.

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Fay Slimm

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