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By Degari
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11 December 2008 |
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just a past
it is the past, just a past
rolling around our feet
far behind our will
traveling around the world
for a pay off
off the road
on a train
with the whistling ears of grain
but just a bulky pack of old records
under my arm
a whole lot of turmoil to my accounts
it is cold, it is dark
but your little socks still in my hands
warming my feelings
a lullaby a song, i utter
like a touch on the water
it is the past, just a past |
Written by Phil (8763 comments posted) 11th December 2008 | I said of your previous piece that it was a little abstract for me. Perhaps I should have said it lacked concrete images. I could almost say the same of this, but the line: but your little socks still in my hands does add a solid image to the whole to enhance the work. Still a little opaque. I guess this means a lot to you, but it still doesn't communicate to me. That line though, does pull me in. Phil | I very much . . . Written by Katanga (4169 comments posted) 11th December 2008 | . . . like the lines: 'a lullaby song, I utter like a touch on the water' but I would take away 'i utter' and 'like' to leave: 'a lullaby song, a touch on the water' But it's your poem . . . Cheers! John | Written by Brett (2419 comments posted) 12th December 2008 | I agree with Phil's comments on this. There really is nothing for the reader (at least this one) to relate to. I think the writing needs a lot of polish, but again Phil has picked up on the one line that I think could show promise. Cheers |
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