Comment from jenintorre

Excellent

This is a very well written poem. I really enjoyed reading it. Your reminiscences paint such a lovely image. I found it extremely atmospheric. Nice one. Best wishes Jen.

 Comment Written 21-Jul-2018

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reply by the author on 23-Jul-2018

Thanks so much for the excellent review and for your wonderful comments supporting this poem. It is kind of ethereal, a reminiscence of all those beautiful days I remember from Long Island, and the enchantment that could take me away, far from the problems and rat race of life estory

Comment from Joan E.

Exceptional

Thank you for sharing this "time and place of dreams". I admired your alliteration of "s's" to intensify the imagery and your appeal to our senses of sight and sound. The "sailboats" simile and the play on their names were very effective. Cheers- Joan

P.S. I tried to better define the water image in my recent poem, as you suggested:

senryu (poems wade through pools)
by Joan E. Stern

poems wade through pools
of mystery and doubt
world laid bare

 Comment Written 21-Jul-2018

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reply by the author on 23-Jul-2018

Thanks again for the amazing six star rating and all your support for this poem. I truly appreciate all your upbeat and encouraging comments estory

Comment from royowen

Excellent

Beautfully written, yes the metaphorical yacht is a solid symbol of a floating island in a sea of lostness, or a raft, although it stand as a wide meaning of grasping at an object of meaning, (we've been to Fire Island, does that count? Heh heh.) I loved the whole poem, the sea is a frequently used expression of man's awe, the sea shanties I've always loved, well done, blessings, Roy

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 Comment Written 21-Jul-2018

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reply by the author on 23-Jul-2018

So glad you enjoyed my poem of the sea, and let it carry you away to that place and time of dreams. I wrote another piece about Fire Island;

Off shore, you see it as a line of island,
Not more than a stepping stone into the water,
A place forever claimed by the sky and the sea.
Nothing is permanent here. Each storm, each tide,
Washes the sand clean again,
Leaves nothing behind,
But the last blaze of light that gave the island its name.
Your footsteps will melt, and be gone.
estory

reply by royowen on 23-Jul-2018

What a beautiful work about that favoured spit, we enjoyed our brief contact and uniqueness of setting. Thank you for a treasured memory. A wonderful day spent with loved ones. Bless you.

Comment from Donka Kristeva

Excellent

Sounds like a vision -- of a place, mysterious, beautiful and enchanting, a Dreamland. Vivid and striking images, a poem capturing the reader's imagination.

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 Comment Written 21-Jul-2018

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reply by the author on 23-Jul-2018

Thank you for the excellent review and for your comments supporting the poem esotry