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Consummation Of Grief

Rating: 3.3
I even hear the mountains
the way they laugh
up and down their blue sides
and down in the water
the fish cry
and the water
is their tears.
I listen to the water
on nights I drink away
and the sadness becomes so great
I hear it in my clock
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Khairul Ahsan 24 September 2020
'I was born for this I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead.' - Touching lines!
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Mahtab Bangalee 24 September 2020
very little love is not so bad or very little life what counts is waiting on walls I was born for this I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead..........great poetic expression about the life of grievance; it's our life; in every life there is hidden the death; happy and sorrow- the twin name of one life; we have to accept everything to overcome perfectly; great poem penned; I enjoyed
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Dr Antony Theodore 24 September 2020
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry a fine poem, and imagination. tony
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Savita Tyagi 24 September 2020
The poem started on a happy note, sinks into sadness and seems to end with a practical view of life. Like the whole life surmised in a small poem. Excellent.
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Kumarmani Mahakul 24 September 2020
This is a beautiful poem on life and nature having amusing expression. Thanks and congratulations for being chosen this poem as the modern poem of the poem of the day.
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Lyn Paul 24 September 2020
A suited title to a thought provoking poem with an amazing last stanza.
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L Milton Hankins 24 September 2020
A tremendously expressive verse about grief. Thanks so much, Mr. Bukowski.
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Deluke Muwanigwa 24 September 2020
Great poem. In empathy lies the human spirit. Your sorrow be my sorrow tomorrow will borrow your sorrow and we move together in sympathetic harmony.
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M Asim Nehal 02 October 2015
Amusing poem, he was a serious poet...........a relationship master and a perfectionist.
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Raymond Farrell 12 April 2015
I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead. Wow, that last line blows me away.
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