Haibun: The art of back and forth.
Entering yesterday through today's swinging door.23 total reviews
Comment from tfawcus
What a magnificent meld of poetry and prose to create such strong emotions and atmosphere. This is indeed a fine piece of writing, Dallas. I was particularly struck by the phrase: "euphoric anaesthetic", which brought forth a smile of delight!
reply by the author on 01-May-2014
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What a magnificent meld of poetry and prose to create such strong emotions and atmosphere. This is indeed a fine piece of writing, Dallas. I was particularly struck by the phrase: "euphoric anaesthetic", which brought forth a smile of delight!
Comment Written 30-Apr-2014
reply by the author on 01-May-2014
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Thanks for the great review, the bonus six, and for pointing out what stood out for you.
Comment from Harv
A great picture is drawn, like a story, deep and true I felt and saw every part, I'm glad I read this today, very stylish and enjoyable every syllable, thank you
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reply by the author on 01-May-2014
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A great picture is drawn, like a story, deep and true I felt and saw every part, I'm glad I read this today, very stylish and enjoyable every syllable, thank you
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Comment Written 30-Apr-2014
reply by the author on 01-May-2014
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Thank you for reviewing. Glad you enjoyed.
Comment from hannahmaryjuan
With just a few lines, the poet has brought out the sadness and the despair caused by the death of a loved one. We are all familiar with the habits one employs to get over the sadness like sniffing a bottle of the dearly departed's perfume or simply rocking on a wooden swing. They have no meaning but they are simply a means to get over a difficult time such as the brush with death. All in all, slightly gothic and beautifully morbid.
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reply by the author on 01-May-2014
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With just a few lines, the poet has brought out the sadness and the despair caused by the death of a loved one. We are all familiar with the habits one employs to get over the sadness like sniffing a bottle of the dearly departed's perfume or simply rocking on a wooden swing. They have no meaning but they are simply a means to get over a difficult time such as the brush with death. All in all, slightly gothic and beautifully morbid.
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Comment Written 30-Apr-2014
reply by the author on 01-May-2014
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Thank you for enjoying.
