Thursday, February 16, 2017

In My Weakest Weeks Comments

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No longer can I write abed with ease,
For my bedewed body Writhes in pain
Dire Ailments, why me? can I be plain?
I wilt like a lily rose struck by a disease-
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Hendry Wordsworth
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Dr Antony Theodore 19 June 2017

body Writhes in pain I wilt like a lily rose struck by a disease- splint on bruises, oh it sprightly sprints- my hope splits and ends up in fiction Read ur poem many times ….. and found these points. Very nice poems conveying a lot…. Thank you dear poet. tony

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Hendry Wordsworth 18 June 2017

Thank You

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Prabhata Kumar Sahoo 02 April 2017

Pain makes philosopher.nice one.

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Chinedu Dike 16 February 2017

Good rendition of words. Lovely poem well articulated and nicely penned in good rhyme scheme with conviction. Thanks for sharing Hendry.

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Hendry Wordsworth 18 February 2017

Thanks for your approval

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