Friday, May 20, 2016

The Memory of Elena Comments

Rating: 4.7

We spend our morning
in the flower stalls counting
the dark tongues of bells
that hang from ropes waiting


Carolyn Forché
Sylvia Frances Chan 07 June 2021

Beautiful poem chosen as the Modern Poem Of The Day. Congratulations dear Poetes. A Beauty this Modern Poem Of The Day! 5 Stars fulls!

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Indira Renganathan 06 June 2021

An extremely touching poem....beyond comments and rating...excellent expression

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Ellen Ni Bheachain 06 June 2021

Really enjoyed reading your poem. Have you ever thought of turning it into a short story? Left me want to know more.

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Stephen Loomes 24 November 2019

I like the reference to Elena's dead husband slipping into her dress, three years ago, then you and she at that same restaurant, where the paella in its paucity, evokes memories of what used to be Buenos Aires before Elena covers her mouth of her shot husband slumping against her. Whether it is tongues or lips which have been cut out, a terrible price was paid for " this particular silence."

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