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Poetry
I still Feel...
By Talisker
28 January 2007
A few words of hope, written at Dysart, Fife - inspired by the permanence, relentlessness and reliability of the sea.

I still feel…

The undimmed promise
of a morning.

The electrifying thrill
of poetic possibilities.

The infinite potential
of blank paper

The looseness of words,
Crying out to be collected,
like banknotes in the wind.

The stubborn pulse of life
in my ungrateful arm.


Oli 28/01/07

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Written by Phil (6645 comments posted) 28th January 2007
I love the Fife coast, little wonder it sooth the troubled spirit. 
 
There's something about this that's all you. It could be the penultimate line - not sure. I liked the simple structure of this. I don't suppose it's any accident each verse flows in and out like a wave. 
 
A simple poem, but admired by me. 
 
Phil AKA Stud Muffin.

Written by ellipinnock (1753 comments posted) 29th January 2007
almost in agreement with the stud muffin - second half better than the first for me - undimmed promise of the morning tad cliched perhaps. with you all the way in terms of the sentiments however. 
 
Elli
feelings.
Written by Marybarry (237 comments posted) 30th January 2007
I cannot comment on structure, not yet. 
 
I can only say I liked it very much' 
 
Forgive this remark, but it puts me in mind of something I tried to write. 
 
Words cascading through my brain. 
Is there no hope I can retain, 
the power to gather, to compose, 
a simple poem,  
from the rows and rows of words 
 
patricia

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