Paper Dolls and Toy Soldiers
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Comment from frogbook
A very complicated and rather dark story of a loss of innocence I would say. The hardships of life woven into your well placed words cause the reader to ponder. A great poem very well written and taking us on a journey of thought.
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reply by the author on 01-Feb-2018
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A very complicated and rather dark story of a loss of innocence I would say. The hardships of life woven into your well placed words cause the reader to ponder. A great poem very well written and taking us on a journey of thought.
This rating does not count towards story rating or author rank.
The highest and the lowest rating are not included in calculations.
Comment Written 01-Feb-2018
reply by the author on 01-Feb-2018
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If it's so great, why'd ya give it a four? HAHAHA!! Just kidding. So appreciate the kind words and compliments. Thanks kindly, mike
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OMG, so sorry-a slip of the mouse or maybe the mind. I have corrected that and thanks for asking!!!!!!
Comment from Giddy Nielsen-Sweep
Hi Mikey, this was very pleasant to read. I had to rope swing similar to the one in the picture and I know that feeling of soaring like an eagle. I guess it's the closest we come to what the birds are seeing and feeling. Hope you are well, Giddy
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Hi Mikey, this was very pleasant to read. I had to rope swing similar to the one in the picture and I know that feeling of soaring like an eagle. I guess it's the closest we come to what the birds are seeing and feeling. Hope you are well, Giddy
Comment Written 31-Jan-2018
Comment from nancyjam
I enjoyed your free verse and the wonderful imagery that gives the
reader a sense of the speaker's childhood and the joy of a young boy's flight
on the old rope swing. But then there is sadness too. The imagery depicting darkness and fear. His flight on the swing is a way to escape whatever causes
this fear. The mention of blood and burial also adds a sombre note.
I feel he has left all that behind and is now at peace with his past.
Thanks for sharing your thought provoking poem.
Nancy
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I enjoyed your free verse and the wonderful imagery that gives the
reader a sense of the speaker's childhood and the joy of a young boy's flight
on the old rope swing. But then there is sadness too. The imagery depicting darkness and fear. His flight on the swing is a way to escape whatever causes
this fear. The mention of blood and burial also adds a sombre note.
I feel he has left all that behind and is now at peace with his past.
Thanks for sharing your thought provoking poem.
Nancy
Comment Written 31-Jan-2018
Comment from Sefiros
I can really feel the generations of blood imprinted on the rope. It's the connection between past and future: that sense of liberty of childhood where everything was simple and honest. Nice job.
reply by the author on 31-Jan-2018
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I can really feel the generations of blood imprinted on the rope. It's the connection between past and future: that sense of liberty of childhood where everything was simple and honest. Nice job.
Comment Written 31-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 31-Jan-2018
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Thanks so much. Rich insights. mike
Comment from Pearl Edwards
Free versing memories of this mighty old oak, that will still get older, and the little boy who rode that swing, and he too got older. I really liked the blood and the sweat maybe even a few tears that drip fed this gorgeous old tree.Nicely done mike, glad to have read it.
cheers.
reply by the author on 31-Jan-2018
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Free versing memories of this mighty old oak, that will still get older, and the little boy who rode that swing, and he too got older. I really liked the blood and the sweat maybe even a few tears that drip fed this gorgeous old tree.Nicely done mike, glad to have read it.
cheers.
Comment Written 31-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 31-Jan-2018
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Great insights, much appreciated. mike
Comment from Barb Hensongispsaca
I love your new mystical picture. It is so you. Why did you not want reivews? This is an absolutely wonderful piece. I love the image you presented with the paper cut, the memories of the differences of the ropes and the tree itself. Memories are wonderful
reply by the author on 31-Jan-2018
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I love your new mystical picture. It is so you. Why did you not want reivews? This is an absolutely wonderful piece. I love the image you presented with the paper cut, the memories of the differences of the ropes and the tree itself. Memories are wonderful
Comment Written 30-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 31-Jan-2018
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"cause I'm terrible at replying and I feel guilty for not replying and reciprocating with reviews and stuff even though I still sneak around and read your great work. :)) mike
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Good smooge. .lol
Comment from Joy Graham
Hello Michael,
This takes me back to rope swings of my own past. Any swings, really. I remember swinging as high as possible imagining my toes touching the sky. Now when I sit on a swing I get dizzy and have to get my feet firmly on Mother Earth. This was a fun memory moment.
Joy xx
reply by the author on 31-Jan-2018
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Hello Michael,
This takes me back to rope swings of my own past. Any swings, really. I remember swinging as high as possible imagining my toes touching the sky. Now when I sit on a swing I get dizzy and have to get my feet firmly on Mother Earth. This was a fun memory moment.
Joy xx
Comment Written 30-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 31-Jan-2018
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Hi, Joy
So pleased you enjoyed. Thanks so much, mike
Comment from robina1978
A lovely photo of a tree in the woods that complements your poem very well. I enjoyed your free verse, mainly as it tells something about your youth. I found alliteration and one thing that you might have intended to be a simile. For this I don't think it is original enough for that: like a bird free as the wind in my face. I took a class about this with Brooke. Nice poem and general layout.
reply by the author on 31-Jan-2018
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A lovely photo of a tree in the woods that complements your poem very well. I enjoyed your free verse, mainly as it tells something about your youth. I found alliteration and one thing that you might have intended to be a simile. For this I don't think it is original enough for that: like a bird free as the wind in my face. I took a class about this with Brooke. Nice poem and general layout.
Comment Written 30-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 31-Jan-2018
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Hi, Ine
Thanks for the great review. Ahh, Brooke. We all miss her, yes? Glad you liked this. mike
Comment from Pantygynt
I have seen these things in private gardens and they inevitably outlast the youngsters' interest in them. The kids grow up and leave the nest, and swing remains abandoneed like last year's rookery until the grandkids come to stay. I really enjoyed this bit of free verse.
reply by the author on 31-Jan-2018
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I have seen these things in private gardens and they inevitably outlast the youngsters' interest in them. The kids grow up and leave the nest, and swing remains abandoneed like last year's rookery until the grandkids come to stay. I really enjoyed this bit of free verse.
Comment Written 30-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 31-Jan-2018
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Glad you liked this. I may fiddle with it a bit. I didn't convey ALL the meaning I wished to. I'm pleased some of it got through though. Thanks much, mike
Comment from LIJ Red
Your note puzzles me. But then I don't worry much about stars or rankings, but I like to hear somebody say "Hey, that's okay." Hey, that's okay.
reply by the author on 31-Jan-2018
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Your note puzzles me. But then I don't worry much about stars or rankings, but I like to hear somebody say "Hey, that's okay." Hey, that's okay.
Comment Written 30-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 31-Jan-2018
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Hey, thanks. I'm lame at replies and reciprocal reviews and all that, just too busy taking care of people. So I try to NOT post to much. I feel a little guilty an all. Thanks for the kind words. I DO sneak around and read your great original work though. :)) mike
