Saturday, September 26, 2009

Willow Tree Comments

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Oh blank paper,
mirror of my mind.
White heart, where is the blood
to run like words
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David Taylor
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G. Murdock 29 September 2009

This has some great lines 'where is the blood to run across the page'? Also the way you've juxtaposed the permanence of structure in the steel girders with the fragility of aging, of gray hair and bile. The clinging to structure aspect is the mortal coil dilema and the furthest thoughts melting with the wind of never ending love is the spiritual quest. The willow bends with wind, the steel girders can't bend and retain strength and just as a side: wood has a higher tensile strength than steel because of its ability to bend. You have some good thoughts and expressions in this.

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.......Dear Mr David, I rate this poem WILLOW TREE as one of the best poems I have ever read on this website.....You are a great poet with genuine talent indeed.

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Val Morehouse 26 September 2009

An interesting poem. You might like my poem about writing, Host. Also another called Getting Older, which is a walk on the funny side. Val

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