|Reviewed by Lori Moore
|Nice depth. Enjoyed.|
|Reviewed by Aberjhani
|Reading a poem by Debashish Haar always conjures conversations in my head:-) As the first stanza of "Like Oranges" called me to attention, I couldn't help responding with the thought that "when dead men walk on water" is precisely the time "Those who thrive on salt air" are virtually obligated to plant their feet upon the waves as well. Such presences dilute the hydrophobia that contaminates the air. Thank you Brilliant Poet for the gift of "Like Oranges" and for stirring my contemplations.
|Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten
|Very intriguing and so awfully true...Your poem speaks with creative imagery and the feelings of hopelessness that could be quite devastating if the air reacted as such...
God Bless us all...
Love and Peace~
|Reviewed by Mary Quire
|Sad, but true. So many people are yelling, no one can hear.|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|There’s no one to talk or listen
even the air is hydrophobic.
A sad sign of our modern times I fear, Debashish.
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|In a time when we should all be pulling together to save our world, I find apathy and fear to be the motivating forces, instead. Your metaphor is excellent and your words astute and image full. Very nice write.
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|This is very elliptical, I find, Debs. And you use the most intriguing of images and concepts. To me, this speaks of that shudder of the mixture of fear and respect with which we can tread widely around those whose minds we feel diminished by. Or those whose thoughts we find are repulsive in some way... maybe that is just a question of personality and taste. But this is a marvellously conceptual write, leaving more than the required 50% to the imagination - whilst yet giving us 100% for our minds to work on. Excellent stuff! TY K xx|
|Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
|I find this rather sad but true. This world seems today peopled by the dead in spirit and doing away with then leaves a void for there are none alive in spirit. So the air in which we live is heavy with foreboding. Deep poem, Victor|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|This is deep and worthy of much more than a single reading, Debs. Thank you for sharing the wisdom. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|The first two lines conjure fine imagery.
This poem speaks to me of the importance of seasons in ones life, and how inserting oneself, intellectually or emotionally, into something at the wrong time can potentially be antithetic to original purpose.
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
|Reviewed by J M
|Your Poem is full of insight and a spirtual depth for me as I read it this morning. Such a powerful versed message. many are more intent in their own and self they do not look beyond this boundary. It is all about Wants. I want. thank you for posting this poem. Good to read a post again by you Debashish!
Blessings & Peace,