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May 28, 2012

the distant cry

the distant cry
from within
desire to sweep the past
with sunrise’s fast arrival...
to
let the time’s tolls be due
let flowers reek, perfume somehow
red, crimson and blue
wipe the sweat of my brow
forget the loathe-some
of a long distant occurrence
with demise of thoughts of desperate dreams
manifestations
of things gone astray

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: ROU

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loved

young lady
write more poetry /articles,,, it reduces stress also
when in stress
MEDITATE
AND
when in loneliness read my poetry \
POEM

'' WHEN IN LONELINESS THINK OF ME''

weirdelf

and this is one of them. But the majority of your work is incoherent rubbish.

I Eanestly entreat you to take time with your poems and don't write the mindless, contrived meaningles crap that forms the majority of your work
Pleading for recognition is pathetic.
with respect, yes.

loved

looking forwards to more
if I can myself be happy
with 51 poems for sure,
I want nothing more.

Crap is like garbage
as you say ,
glad you are so frank,
Jess
do come more often my way.

But the ....majority* ....of your work is incoherent rubbish......

READ
*MAXORITY ==MAXIMUMORITY===1/8000

weirdelf

I can only suggest you spend a little more time thinking through what you say, instead of spilling garbage on your page.

You know I would ignore you if I didn't believe in your ability. And you would get much more positive feedback if you didn't write 80% rubbish and spend the rest of the time pathetically pleading for recognition.

You have the ability, the talent, just don't write 80 to one rubbish, take care of every word you say, and you will get the recognition your deserve.

weirdelf

and should never be taken as gospel.

Let's just say I loved this poem and forget the rest of what I said, ok?
You deserve unconditional kudos for your achievement.

Nordic cloud

This was a most unusual poem, potent in its own way, I liked these lines
"let flowers reek, perfume somehow
red, crimson and blue"

making flowers reek was a genius stroke.

Ann.