Saturday, March 1, 2008

* * * When The Bird Calls… Comments

Rating: 3.5

When, from the blossoming apple-tree,
The singing bird calls,
With a throbbing heart you wait
For the spell – the magic words…
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Tsira Gogeshvili
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Rachel Butler 19 September 2009

The earth, bursting into laughter, Spreads to you, like carpets, the roads… Rachel Ann Butler

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Andrew Blakemore 12 November 2008

I really admire any poem that conjures up great images of the spring. This is really good. Best wishes, Andrew

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Greenwolfe 1962 20 June 2008

This is classic form poetry. In any poetry of this kind, the length of the poem becomes a critical factor. This is because, what is left unsaid here can transmit much more meaning to the reader than what is actually said. I won't claim this was too long. But I will say that it left nothing left to be said. GW62

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Bob Blackwell 24 May 2008

Loved this poem, spring the rebirth of hopes, warm feelings, and singing birds. Nature gives hope and silence gives us bliss. Bob

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it is a beautiful thought dear. i love your mind keep it up.

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Howard Johnson 11 March 2008

Excellent word flow and vivid immages, a quality write from start to finish.

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Roger Cornish 10 March 2008

Wonderful poem full of hope for The new Season thus 'Disperses your winter sorrows' This is simple wonderful imagery T..... I also loved: 'Your heart can’t bear any longer The grief, and the buttoned up dress…' This is one of your best T! Rogerx.

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