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7 Days On The Sea

Rating: 2.9

Monday
The world is a ball of water.
See, it is round-sided.
I move across its topside,
upon the world, not in it.
The boat is a comb, acomb over idle
white hair.
Waves grow on a round skull
uncountable.
Sea, it is round-sided.

Fog is building a vessel.
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John Richter 29 April 2015

too long, sorry - glad to know this author though. But shouldn't we be highlighting her poems that are shorter and more palpable for the casual daily reader?

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Pranab K Chakraborty 29 April 2015

Marvelous. Magnificent. Emotion-intelligence-imagination knitted so brilliantly................unique its impact on the reader, at least to me. A silent sled is whitely, mournfully borne to the gray land's shed. I, in the prow, here, hear my pulse again, ....... words are rushing rather rolling with waves from heart. Excellent......................................Pranab k c 29/04/2015

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