Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Mother Comments

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son, your beard pricks my face
was saying my mother, a poppy field
an unhappy water flowing through my word plain
a rattle, a mute bloodstone
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Koray Feyiz
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Chinedu Dike 08 February 2017

Lovely poem that portrays pleasant and joyous relationship with a doting mother, nicely penned from the heart with conviction. Thanks for sharing.

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Edward Kofi Louis 27 July 2016

The moon sits on the saddle! Thanks for sharing.

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