Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Travelling Backwards Comments

Rating: 4.5

At thirteen forty five our train begins to move, and, late
to board, what seats remain face not toward but from.
I shuffle off and fold my overcoat and sit, do battle
with a newspaper to find a decent page and settle down
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Brian Wake
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Beverley scott 23 June 2018

Awful voice! Used in them all! Why!

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J. P. Speedy 23 June 2018

Blame the poemhunter recording not the poet.

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Jazib Kamalvi 05 October 2017

A nice poetic imagination, Brian W. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks

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Elin Grimes 21 October 2013

This is exceptionally good - and so far the only contest poem which I would classify as Excellent. However. Is it really fair for a published, professional poet to enter a poetry competition with us ordinary folk? This poem is beautiful and I'll definitely be checking out your others. I loved this: I sit with some who seem to travel backwards all their lives; I do wonder what you mean by the third line from the end though. Why do you think someone asleep with a book is travelling backwards all their life? Seems a bit of a harsh, and perfunctory judgement on someone you basically don't know at all. Same with the mother/child. I feel like you need something of a bit more substance before stating something so deep about a stranger. Just my interpretation though. I like that the poem made me want to read it more than once, and gave me something to think about.

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Ramesh Rai 18 October 2013

I sit with some who seem to travel backwards all their lives; they sit asleep or read with children counting sheep and cows. For them and me, perhaps, what was and what is now are somehow all there is. I take it as spiritual write.

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