Thursday, April 9, 2009

Book Of Leaves Comments

Rating: 4.3
It was an autumn project every year
when I was still too young to wonder why
I could not understand the reason for
collecting leaves to paste them in a book.

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Michael Harmon
COMMENTS
Sandra Martyres 01 April 2014
you capture the emotions of a young child yearning for his father's attention with finesse in this haunting piece. Happy to be able to read your poetry again after so many years!
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Sandra Martyres 01 April 2014
you capture the emotions of a young child yearning for his father's attention with finesse in this haunting piece. Happy to be able to read your poetry again after so many years!
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UnKnown Messenger 06 July 2010
i can feel your pain in some way because i feel all our fathers are in some way very much alike. i've had such experiences many times over and you really capture you emotions eloquently in this poem.
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G. Murdock 09 September 2009
This speaks to the heart and soul. It reminds me of Cat's Cradle. My old dad was as about as distant as Sirus, a mere twinkle in the eye. I too sometimes think about him when the visceral butterflys come in. You sure connected my feelings in this one, thanks.
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Patti Masterman 14 August 2009
Such a hollow ring in here. Why couldn't he feel the eyes of that child begging for him to invest more of himself.? Beautifully sad and haunting.
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very sad...much sorrow and loss in your words.
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