Thursday, April 9, 2009

Whenever, My Soul Like A Shrunken Dream Comments

Rating: 4.8

Whenever, my soul like a shrunken dream
Wonders and waits with wasted breath
Destiny beckons on but the road is long
And at the end lies only, only death
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Rani Turton
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Chris G. Vaillancourt 18 October 2009

Your style is intriguing yet simple and flowing. I will read more!

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Kale Beaudry 17 April 2009

I enjoyed the poem's allusion to itself... as well as your style. Heavy metaphor and blurred yet transcendental meaning abound, reminscent of my own works. One can't help but feel this way, referring to the tone of this poem, but ultimately in the wake of life one is either swallowed by pessimism or carried with optimism. The last stanza left the impression that we're all travelling on the same path of life, and whether you're waiting, searching, or 'swimming' the path will just carry on. Cool stuff.

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Vidi Writes 12 April 2009

In between two enormous truth 'Life and Death'... We all have variety of deeds Long long ways, deep dreams As long as the heart beats We carry on all illusions along with us. Good one.... enjoyed... dear poet.

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Mel Vincent Basconcillo 11 April 2009

u took my breath away in this poem.. very inspiring! !

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The title and first line stretch out to be read. There is really beautiful imagery in your poem. The last stanza said it all for me. Lovely! Top marks! Karin Anderson

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Dr Hitesh Sheth 09 April 2009

Destiny beckons on but the road is long And at the end lies only, only death............... Which awaits for every man with a batted breath............ to take him to eternal journey great............Good Write.........

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