Smudge
Displaced children7 total reviews
Comment from Y. M. Roger
Such a beautiful walk down a lane that we moms out here take occasionally when we don't mind letting the tears fall (preferably when no one else is around...wink, wink). Thank you for the emotional stroll with your pen this morning... Well done, Sarge! ;)
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Such a beautiful walk down a lane that we moms out here take occasionally when we don't mind letting the tears fall (preferably when no one else is around...wink, wink). Thank you for the emotional stroll with your pen this morning... Well done, Sarge! ;)
Comment Written 22-Sep-2020
Comment from Dolly'sPoems
The glass on my patio doors are always covered with fingerprints when the grandchildren have been and your poem made me smile as your words are endearing and honest here, much enjoyed, love Dolly x
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The glass on my patio doors are always covered with fingerprints when the grandchildren have been and your poem made me smile as your words are endearing and honest here, much enjoyed, love Dolly x
Comment Written 22-Sep-2020
Comment from Alcreator Litt Dear
This free verse speaks smudges about displaced children, in a free flow of thoughts, in real taletelling, with good word visual and word imagery expresses the story appealing; well said, well done; thanks for sharing this. ALCREATOR
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This free verse speaks smudges about displaced children, in a free flow of thoughts, in real taletelling, with good word visual and word imagery expresses the story appealing; well said, well done; thanks for sharing this. ALCREATOR
Comment Written 22-Sep-2020
Comment from CrystieCookie999
A hint of sentimental feeling going on here. Favorite lines: No trace of the smudges
a life leaves behind.
Messy but irrevocable to the soul.
The crystal soul of mind.
The radio soul of memory.
The soupy soul of heart.
Children do indeed grow up too fast, and keeping them clean is a labor, but of course what needs to be treasured is their every stage.
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A hint of sentimental feeling going on here. Favorite lines: No trace of the smudges
a life leaves behind.
Messy but irrevocable to the soul.
The crystal soul of mind.
The radio soul of memory.
The soupy soul of heart.
Children do indeed grow up too fast, and keeping them clean is a labor, but of course what needs to be treasured is their every stage.
Comment Written 22-Sep-2020
Comment from Elizabeth Emerald
Powerful piece--this would have been suitable for prose--masterful repetition of smudge imagery--startling phrasing--beaker ... cold sterile reflection. Cheers. LIZ
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Powerful piece--this would have been suitable for prose--masterful repetition of smudge imagery--startling phrasing--beaker ... cold sterile reflection. Cheers. LIZ
Comment Written 22-Sep-2020
Comment from equestrik
I absolutely love the depth of this write. There is so much truth and emotion here and you have written so very well. The picture goes well with your write. Super writing.
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I absolutely love the depth of this write. There is so much truth and emotion here and you have written so very well. The picture goes well with your write. Super writing.
Comment Written 22-Sep-2020
Comment from oliver818
This is a very nice poem, I really enjoyed the way you used the different parts of the house to describe the child, it's really well done. Your descriptions are very powerful and evocative. Thanks for sharing this and have a great day
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This is a very nice poem, I really enjoyed the way you used the different parts of the house to describe the child, it's really well done. Your descriptions are very powerful and evocative. Thanks for sharing this and have a great day
Comment Written 21-Sep-2020
