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25 total reviews
Comment from Pantygynt
My goodness but it is ages since I have seen the night through, and watched the dawn come up in strange bedsits in West London. Shades of all night parties, and listening to vinyls of Elvis Presley, and making love on the carpet. Was I really once not even nineteen years of age? How this poem made the years slip away to those heady, courting days long gone, except I wasn't a poet then. That came later.
reply by the author on 17-Sep-2018
My goodness but it is ages since I have seen the night through, and watched the dawn come up in strange bedsits in West London. Shades of all night parties, and listening to vinyls of Elvis Presley, and making love on the carpet. Was I really once not even nineteen years of age? How this poem made the years slip away to those heady, courting days long gone, except I wasn't a poet then. That came later.
Comment Written 17-Sep-2018
reply by the author on 17-Sep-2018
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I've only stayed up all night a few times - other than when I worked night shifts, which I hated. Oh, and trying to get to the UK on a recent trip :))
Carol
Comment from Y. M. Roger
Oh, Carol, such a deep, soulful write about a true love (romantic? cherished friend? both?) that once found the power in each other's company in any time of day or night ... a 'love' shared through sight and through experiences and, most of all, through poetic meanderings and recitations and creations ... a 'love' that ended in a brilliant and glorious event but that lingers as each goes their own way - into lifting night and dawning day: beautiful, independent persons beginning as silhouettes until each can find their own new definition in poems of their own!
Aaaaaand I hope I did not just ruin your vision, but that's what I saw -- it is beautiful! :) Thank you for sharing! :) Yvette
reply by the author on 17-Sep-2018
Oh, Carol, such a deep, soulful write about a true love (romantic? cherished friend? both?) that once found the power in each other's company in any time of day or night ... a 'love' shared through sight and through experiences and, most of all, through poetic meanderings and recitations and creations ... a 'love' that ended in a brilliant and glorious event but that lingers as each goes their own way - into lifting night and dawning day: beautiful, independent persons beginning as silhouettes until each can find their own new definition in poems of their own!
Aaaaaand I hope I did not just ruin your vision, but that's what I saw -- it is beautiful! :) Thank you for sharing! :) Yvette
Comment Written 17-Sep-2018
reply by the author on 17-Sep-2018
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I love that you saw what you did in my poem, and of course it's right - because I feel that each person's interpretation is right. I hope that my poems can somehow relate to individuals in different ways. To be honest, this was based on a dream...and then the birds sort of appeared :))
Thank you for reading and thinking about it!!
Carol
Comment from Dolly'sPoems
A poem full of imagery and your descriptions are chilling, stark and profound, then the rays of sun lifted the mood at the end, I loved the reference to eagles to give your poem great resonance, love Dolly x
reply by the author on 17-Sep-2018
A poem full of imagery and your descriptions are chilling, stark and profound, then the rays of sun lifted the mood at the end, I loved the reference to eagles to give your poem great resonance, love Dolly x
Comment Written 17-Sep-2018
reply by the author on 17-Sep-2018
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Thanks, Dolly, I so appreciate you reading my poems :))
Carol
Comment from Carlie Beth
I love the words you used and how it paints such a descriptive beautiful picture. I love the picture as well, I think it goes along with your poem great. Wonderful work.
reply by the author on 17-Sep-2018
I love the words you used and how it paints such a descriptive beautiful picture. I love the picture as well, I think it goes along with your poem great. Wonderful work.
Comment Written 17-Sep-2018
reply by the author on 17-Sep-2018
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Thank you so much for reading my poem :))
Carol
Comment from Phyllis Stewart
Very colorful memory of a love, well described. Like so many, it ended. Favorite lines:
The eagles roared out from their nests
and then I knew where You had gone,
all those years ago.
Our words found all the living
as old night lifted,
reply by the author on 17-Sep-2018
Very colorful memory of a love, well described. Like so many, it ended. Favorite lines:
The eagles roared out from their nests
and then I knew where You had gone,
all those years ago.
Our words found all the living
as old night lifted,
Comment Written 16-Sep-2018
reply by the author on 17-Sep-2018
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I rather liked that line about the eagles too :))
Thanks so much, Phyllis!
Carol
Comment from BeasPeas
This is beautifully composed, Carol. Hopefully our words live on in some fashion as we're obsessed with them. The first stanza is especially meaningful. Excellent. Marilyn
reply by the author on 17-Sep-2018
This is beautifully composed, Carol. Hopefully our words live on in some fashion as we're obsessed with them. The first stanza is especially meaningful. Excellent. Marilyn
Comment Written 16-Sep-2018
reply by the author on 17-Sep-2018
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Lol, yes we do seem to be obsessed with them. Thanks so much :))
Carol
Comment from Thomas Bowling
I'll never know how you poets do it. The styles of poetry change daily as a new one is introduced all the time. That's one of the reasons I write prose.
reply by the author on 17-Sep-2018
I'll never know how you poets do it. The styles of poetry change daily as a new one is introduced all the time. That's one of the reasons I write prose.
Comment Written 16-Sep-2018
reply by the author on 17-Sep-2018
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Lol, I like to write prose too but it's so hard to get a lot of reviews! Well, for me it is anyway.
Carol
Comment from kiwijenny
We chanted scriptures of old fires...love that...I love the imagery...silhouettes...eagles roared from their nests
Well penned poem...great picture of a brooding sky
We flew in bright silhouettes
Love it
God bless
reply by the author on 17-Sep-2018
We chanted scriptures of old fires...love that...I love the imagery...silhouettes...eagles roared from their nests
Well penned poem...great picture of a brooding sky
We flew in bright silhouettes
Love it
God bless
Comment Written 16-Sep-2018
reply by the author on 17-Sep-2018
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Oh thank you for mentioning that line about the silhouettes, I really liked that but nobody else said anything about it, lol. I really appreciate your read and review, and for pointing out other lines I liked too :))
Carol
Comment from His Grayness
I found this to be an unusually delightful and beautifully presented work of celebration for all poets! I cannot offer any suggestions of any kind whatsoever to improve this work in any way and I certainly thank this author for a very lovely and well presented work! HIS GRAYNESS; Vance
reply by the author on 17-Sep-2018
I found this to be an unusually delightful and beautifully presented work of celebration for all poets! I cannot offer any suggestions of any kind whatsoever to improve this work in any way and I certainly thank this author for a very lovely and well presented work! HIS GRAYNESS; Vance
Comment Written 16-Sep-2018
reply by the author on 17-Sep-2018
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Thank you, I think all poets should be celebrated and that everyone who writes poetry is a poet! Don't you think? I so appreciate your kind comments and all the stars :))
Carol
Comment from Mastery
Hi, Carol This is a brilliant poem. I liked it from stat to finish
Especially this stanza:
"We chanted scriptures of old fire
and never-forgotten longing;
of deep history; centuries-old blood,
and desires borne on wind.
We let our words go free,
like cliff sparrows' swoop
and vertiginous fall;"
Suggestion: "We recited our poems
as today's sky became purple
and crows flew home to roost."
Bless you, Carol. Great job. Bob
reply by the author on 17-Sep-2018
Hi, Carol This is a brilliant poem. I liked it from stat to finish
Especially this stanza:
"We chanted scriptures of old fire
and never-forgotten longing;
of deep history; centuries-old blood,
and desires borne on wind.
We let our words go free,
like cliff sparrows' swoop
and vertiginous fall;"
Suggestion: "We recited our poems
as today's sky became purple
and crows flew home to roost."
Bless you, Carol. Great job. Bob
Comment Written 16-Sep-2018
reply by the author on 17-Sep-2018
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Hi Bob, thank you so much for this great review and all the stars!! I so appreciate your support, and I will take a look at that line about the purple sky :))
Carol