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More Golden Than Day 
 

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sample poems.  You may visit
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These and other poems will eventually be put into a paperback collection, but not yet.  Currently they're available only in Ebook form.  Amazon sells a Kindle ebook edition for $1, and this book is also available in PDF, Word, or Text format in my Bookstore.  In the meantime, enjoy some of the poetry free of charge, and if you like any of it especially well please let me know.  I may post your comments at the bottom of this page to help others decide which poems they would like to read.
 

 Poetry Reviews and Comments

 

 

I adore the poem you posted.  Absolutely gorgeous.. love the rhythm, love the graceful fitting rhymes, love the voice and sincerity... the mixture of sadness and love that takes us all when pondering such things.

 

-Glit

 


Dear Mr. Woodall,
 
I just read your poem Memories of Love. I wanted you to know it had me in tears. It touched my heart. I look forward to reading more of your work. I have always wanted to be able to write. Every once in a blue moon God gives me the ability to write something worth keeping. I pray that God continues to bless you with your talent. May God bless you and your family.

 

-Tiffany

 


Dear Mr. Woodall,

I followed the link you left in a poetry discussion to your website, and I must say some of your poems are pretty good. There seem to be some novel rhyme schemes and other interesting mechanics; the Frenchie stuff in there, in particular, is a nice touch and works pretty well. I say this because I've been prowling the web looking at poetry a bit lately, and there's so much out there that isn't very good; quite likely, in my opinion, for a reason you touch on. There seems a great tendency out there to write such undisciplined stuff, as if the free-associational outpourings of one's soul were automatically some sort of holy writ, and God forbid you should edit it, or do anything but just instantly pronounce it a poem and turn it loose on the world. By contrast, you call yourself a perfectionist who won't settle for anything less than true craftsmanship in your writings, and it certainly pays off; very refreshing!

 

-Garman