Friday, March 27, 2009

Consuming Me Comments

Rating: 5.0

She drives that wobbly car
Stacked to the roof with goods
Squalor taunts her thus far
As she hides under hoods


John Weber
Patti Masterman 15 September 2009

I could see it so well because of your descriptions. It seems like our hearts always hear and interpret things much differently than the intellect does (makes life exciting sometimes, doesn't it?) smiles, Patti

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~ Jon London ~ 09 April 2009

A true poet writes in this way john, your heart and soul is felt my friend. A fine piece written by a fresh breed of poet. Nicely penned 10+

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Naseer Ahmed Nasir 08 April 2009

Wounds either kill or cure What I am meant to be Yet one truth shines for sure Love keeps consuming me Beautiful, heart-dissolving poem, John, especially the last stanza.........10/10. Best Wishes Naseer

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