| = glacial-warm... | Romulus Campan Maramuresanu [03.Jan.10 11:45] |
| Hi Daria, I was very positively surprised by the poem's freshness, pureness and glacial-warm paradoxical existentialism. I've rarely read so much imagery -without frames and objects though- in such a short span of words, with so much content, even if undefined. A breath's moment caught on your felt memory's canvas, a never to be replied, unpainful question mark, beautiful just as it is. Congratulations, please be level-encouraged for more, we would like to hear and read some more from now... rcm | |
| + there are so many things... | Corina Gina Papouis [03.Jan.10 15:37] |
| i love about this poem...one of them is the short concise form of it and another would be, as again was pointed above, the imagery - bold and yet well stirred within the poet's expressive depiction. those tigers come round all of us time after time, wondering about colours, and other things...and we ask them repeatedly to stay. but do they? one little thing as a suggestion: the capital letters at the beginning of each row could go for a lighter feel. Congratulations, to many more like this one this year! Corina | |
| + I join in the praise. | John Willy Kopperud [03.Jan.10 15:53] |
| The three contributions you have published here so far speak of poetic qualities as well as a high level in written English. Existential this one, a bit dreamlike and am I completely off the mark when I find myself reminded of Carroll Lewis? Essential here is the absence of color and the mastery of beasts. The tigers may well be perceived as a symbol. Please keep on enriching our literary portal! Cheers from Willy | |
| = black boxes, for instance/ Oh, like my soul | Ada Ionescu [21.Feb.10 17:40] |
| Such a beautiful and sharp voice, although so soft and tender! : "Tigers come by and wonder Why there are no colors near me They’re sad and lonely and they go away And I say No, stay They often do what I say" | |