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Question: Yet another short poem!.!.!.do you like it!?
Barefoot she runs down from the little town near the sun
Toward a starless cave, an ear of sleeping earth
Where no fingers of fire can reach from her mother's hearth,
Where the blood of her father's harvest cannot stain!.
She carries a basket filled with scarlet seeds
To sew on curling crests of southern air
And a fishbone comb to soothe her tangled hair
She once found in a cradle graveyard by the sea!.Www@QuestionHome@Com


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very nice!.
i think it says we all need that safe
and personal place to be!.
and have ourself!.
i liked visualizing her fishbone comb, combing!.
and her bright scarlet seeds representing the anticipation
to being and doing what she likes!.
thats what i was thinking anyway!.
i even immediately put the cave to the coast because
of where she found her comb!.!.nice ocean air!.!.
nice place to be Amy!. ty!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Hi, AMY G
Yes, of course purity of thoughts makes and bring the ideas to ward perfection and if there is perfection than criticism have no value!. I am in the opinion to please give regards to your own words these are valuable!.Beauty need no ornaments!. Life is to live like candle it is not elegy!.Crying,tears mourn have no value in front of animals!.Bare-foots is a life with aims!.Starless cave may be death of life but can't be death of light!.Harvesting,while there is blood shedding is mean to help the ailing life!.One,s life is not for one self it is for some body or for others and to live for others is a act of Prophet and feeding to everyone is a act of God!.
Whole of the characters in poem are giving life to others!.It has purity of thoughts!.This is a beautiful poem with its central idea also!.May God bless you with Health and with such beautiful/strong thought!.
Zakir RanjhaWww@QuestionHome@Com

This sounds very much as though it pertains to a land-bound siren!. The last line struck me with such a chord, the cradle graveyard creating a picture of being born from the very thing that ruthlessly takes life after life!. The paradox of element water, as it were!.

But the lines that strike me the most are lines three and four!. "Where no fingers of fire can reach from her mother's hearth/Where the blood of her father's harvest cannot stain!." I have felt both the sting of the fire and the stain of the harvest, as I am certain that you have too, to describe it with such perfect clarity and feeling!.

Fire leaves behind ashes, and mingled with water, creating an ink of sorts from which such beautiful poetry must arise!. Thank you, Amy!. This is truly exquisite!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

As you know I am a fan of the way you write no matter whether it’s your poem or your answers you have smoothness in your words which I find stimulating, however, I cannot pretend too know what this poem is about!. When I tried to picture it, I got a lot of different images all fighting for position and it appeared “wordy” So, when I looked at it, I see your poem like this:-

Blood of her father's harvest cannot stain!.
Towards a starless cave barefoot she runs
Mother’s fingers of fire cannot reach her
The girl from the little town, near the sun

A basket filled with scarlet seeds
Sewed on curling crests of southern air
Found in a cradle graveyard by the sea
A fishbone comb to soothe her tangled hairWww@QuestionHome@Com

I read this twice before my mind could even come close to seeing all there was to see!.!.!. and still I have not traversed its entire meaning!. I small girl with parents, non-preferable, finding hollow refuge in a dangerous place!.!.!. but it seems safer to here than home!.!.!. and the sorrow held from youth in something as small and simple as a comb!.!.!. does she connect to the dead things by the sea!? As a 'cradle graveyard' where small fish have died, I almost see that she imagines that is how her heart feels!.!.!. I am rambling and feel like I am making no sense but thought this poem is clear it caries a sense of abstract longing that shows me that there is so much more depth to be found then what is obvious!.!.!. your work always caries a deep thought that would take the wisest men years to discover!.!.!.!. when the wisest men do not always have a heart for poetry and thus could not see the truth as clearly as another poet!.!.!.

Blessed Be in Love, Light and the Poet's Sight, SirenWww@QuestionHome@Com

Fantastic poem!. I don't see it as dark either - more elemental or mythological!. Some stunning phrases - I loved "an ear of sleeping earth" and "scarlet seeds to sew on crests of curling air" And I'm really curious about who her father is!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

This is really nice!. It has an Eskimo nomadic feel!. The imagery and specific detail is spot on!. I love fishbone comb, starless cave, and especially blood of her father's harvest!.

One of your better ones Amy!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Interesting!.

I can visualize the setting very easily!. I don't see it as dark, but as close to the earth and life!. Pastoral!.

Yes, I do like it!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

A very visual and beautiful offering, I love the the image of sewing seeds of curling air!. Great word play sew/sow!. Thanks!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

"Hi!",
That was a very creative, short poem full of imagery and fine details!.
Well Done!
Cheers : )Www@QuestionHome@Com

Your short poem certainly paints a visual moving scene!.
A lovely touching image, KudosWww@QuestionHome@Com

It held my attention and I found it very interesting!. I liked it!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

I found it leapt right out of the poem!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

very darkWww@QuestionHome@Com

i liked it it was dark!.Www@QuestionHome@Com