Wednesday, March 16, 2016

The Riverbank Comments

Rating: 5.0

I sat by the riverbank
to dine on my crisps
watching toadstools
and blue bells
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Stephen Nephetson
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Chinedu Dike 30 August 2020

Really an interesting narrative written with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.

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Dr Antony Theodore 31 March 2016

he hacked and slashed and yelled in tears wasting his voice as a tree has no ears.... the tree was dead. i went home to bed...... very good poem. emotions of rage, questioning, destruction..... and the poet watching it all...... tha nkyou for this poem full of emotion and thinking. tony

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Biniam Tekeste 16 March 2016

Well written man, keep writing and sharing! Love it! ! ! !

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Ratnakar Mandlik 16 March 2016

Narration of the river, the oak tree and the rage of the farmer who ultimately axed the old tree are remarkable and made the poem touching. Nice work. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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