Monday, December 16, 2019

Wolves Comments

Rating: 5.0

I'm wakened, drawn toward the ice-thin window,
to witness scenes as faint and still as death.
How bleak the moon; how bare the trees and meadows;
sky's pale maw overhangs
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John Beaton
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Richard Wlodarski 03 September 2018

A thrilling tribute to wildlife! Thoroughly enjoyed every line. And John, thanks for the notes. They bring a whole new dimension to this excellent write.

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John Beaton 14 September 2018

Thanks, Richard. I'm glad you enjoyed it and I appreciate the close read of the lines and the notes!

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Geraldine Kelly 29 August 2018

Great read! Thanks for sharing.

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John Beaton 29 August 2018

And thanks for reading and commenting, Geraldine.

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Jazib Kamalvi 28 August 2018

A refined poetic imagination, John B. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.

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John Beaton 30 August 2018

Thanks, Jazib. Glad you enjoyed it. I've commented on your poem.

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