Tuesday, March 8, 2016

After the Last Fright Comments

Rating: 4.3

I carved upon my desk unsayables.
He drank until he vomited on himself.
Eavesdropping, the others resisted sleep.
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Cate Marvin
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Susan Williams 16 April 2016

This must, for me, be read and read again. She creates emotion very easily but I have to struggle for the precise meaning of it all. Fortunately, I do not mind a complex and mysterious write. She lives in a different world than I have experienced and has learned a very profound way to describe this world. She is well-endowed with talent and I want to read her until she is an open book to me... well, maybe she should keep wisps of mystery in her verses to keep us from getting complacent.

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Edward Kofi Louis 16 April 2016

The house wore its flames like a hat! Thanks for sharing.

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Anil Kumar Panda 16 April 2016

Rich with vocabulary the poem gives a sad feeling. Liked it.

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Gajanan Mishra 16 April 2016

the house drank me up..goodone..

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Cate Marvin

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