Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Virginal Boy Comments

Rating: 5.0

Then, with a weak hand, he wrote:
‘I must stop dreaming, I am nearly seventeen,
To forge that grand old age bespoke
I mustn't rest in an evocation wisdom has yet seen
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Leon Moon
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Nudershada Cabanes 18 March 2018

Powerful, masterfully crafted poem.10

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Rod Mendieta 14 March 2017

Obscure but powerful and imaginative, with richness of imagery and language. Reminds me of Dylan Thomas. Didn't you mean concealed the sight'? Also I'm not sure about 'encompass', here meant, I think, as a noun when it's only ever a verb. But again, very good poetry. Thanks for posting it... Rod

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Leon Moon 14 March 2017

Appreciate your comments Rod! And I meant conceit, to depict a dependency on thought which ultimately 'conceals' the sight - but in a sense it's concealed in conceit! Many thanks- Leonardo

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