Monday, July 13, 2009

Windy Ridge Living. Comments

Rating: 5.0

Gushing, as suddenly breeze turns to spite
And spits rain, here, once again unremitting,
A precursor to dour grey, it looks quite
Stormy. As prelude befitting, I sit
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Fay Slimm
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Wow! What a great spirit you have Fay. I can sense the storm and the atmosphere is strong but you are stronger. Amazing poem. 10 Karin Anderson

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Tia Maria 13 July 2009

Oh yes! This is brilliant... we can weather any storm. Great write from a great poet 10/10 - incredible my friend: -)

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Susan Jarvis 13 July 2009

Some excellent figurative language here; '...breeze turns to spite/ And spits rain...' is superb. I can feel and hear the wrath of the storm. Emotions are adeptly tied in with the weather throughout this poem - pathetic fallacy at its very best! S :)

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Catrina Heart 13 July 2009

Truly marvelous poetry written here...great imagery and smooth tone...A delight to read! ! ! 10++++

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Fiona Davidson 13 July 2009

Beautiful piece Fay...wonderful images spring to mind reading it...Fi 10+++

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Fay Slimm

Fay Slimm

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