| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philippa Jane on 12/09/03 at 08:42 AM Catchy is a good word for it. I've never been a huge fan of poems that rhyme, mainly because they bring back memories of my terrible collection of pre-adolescent poetic misses, but this piece works really well. I particularly love the message of the last stanza.. Great work. :) And thanks again for commenting. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 12/09/03 at 03:30 PM Well, I am taking a chance but incidentally what I have discovered is that the door to your mind is from the inside of the inside of my mind. So, what I ought to do is to get deep inside my mind even if I have to 'crack a door' or 'break a pane' to hear the song' and 'make it rain' and yes, Michele, 'our voices never change there colors'. The color is what makes one to walk in so that the path from the inside to inside can lead one to the other from inside to the inside, where they can meet. Sorry for taking the liberty of seeing this on yet another dimension.
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| Posted by Max Bouillet on 12/09/03 at 11:17 PM Colors never change they just fade a little. Great verse that is packed with wisdom and makes for a topic of thought for hours. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/10/03 at 04:16 AM Very thought-provoking. Your poem makes me want to break a pane to see the colors in my own voices and to give them a little air less they fade or turn to slate. Thanks for making me take a deeper look into my own humanity and that of others. Excellent piece, Michele. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/10/03 at 05:39 PM Despite the serious subject, works well with the childlife rhyming. Left me hungering for mre. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/11/03 at 03:06 PM fret not Michele that your mind ( as are all poets, as they must need be )is twisted and turning, I have brought my string, should I in it's winding lose my way. |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 12/13/03 at 12:07 AM Knocking on that door to see who might answer, but afraid I might not recognize the voice! Nice one Michele... [;0)~ |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 05/02/04 at 08:09 PM No... not their hue. Their intensity, maybe, but never their hue. Whoo... this is a great poem. |
