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Grimhilde's Curse

An amusing and enjoyable write, Friend D. (-:>)

It was particularly relished by Ooc and TF, naturally, but we all like the rhythm and rhymes. 'Woo-hoo-ooh-ooW' (-:>)

Suzanne's Dolly Gift

An arresting portrait of the relationship between mother and daughter, daughter and dolly. We particularly like the 'warming glow', as the poem makes us feel a bit shivery until that point, and we admire the description of the highs and lows of bipolar disorder. Well done, Kathy (-:>)

River Hawk

'I miss countryfog, FT.' Coo looks sad.

'I know, dear Coo,' FT responds, stroking Coo's head, 'but at least we may revisit his poems from time to time and feel glad to have known him.'

'I suppose,' says Coo. 'And I do enjoy this poem "River Hawk" very much! It is so pleasant to read of birdlife and I love the exhilaration of flight, so well conveyed in the final verse.'

'As do I, Coo,' FT agrees. FT finds she tends to agree with Coo rather regularly these days. 'So let us applaud together.'

'Woo-hoo!' Coo cheers :>)

Fall Canyon

A very dramatic poem! We found the soundscape especially terrifying: the scream, the echo, the hiss. The ending hits the high note for us, though, with its very disturbing visual. All at Coo & Co feel disturbed while they applaud their friend's talent :>)


Congratulations, Ken!
It's a BIG THUMBS-UP from all at Coo & Co :>)))

Beakus Morality Tells I

'Well, it is nonsense,' the wise avian explains :>)

Though I know.

This feels as though it has been written following a lot of soulsearching, or even soulrummaging, resolving in the weariness described. The contrast between 'staccato' and 'flat lining' is very effective. Applause from Coo & Co :>)

sitting in the sun after lunch

All at Coo & Co are fond of such games as this. We like the setting too, the reminiscences, and the final striking simile. We would also like to know what you chose to sketch. 'Divulge!' commands Sage Coo, politely :>)

Creation's Time To Play

Woo-hoo! Bunnies! :>) (Sage Coo is pleased)
We are also fond of rabbits at Coo & Co, though we've never seen a nest of babies such as so magically described here. This is a pleasant and tender poem and we like the rhyme scheme, which brings to mind one of our own favourite forms, the limerick. We like the similes too. Applause!

Silent Anger

I (FT) am prone to fury, occasionally entering a world where words aren't enough to express the rage I feel. So this geometric piece is very appealing. I love the contrasts you draw between the circles and sharp triangles, while the boxes are intriguing I would like to bring them out of their corners and tip them upside down, to find more shapes inside! A wonderful poem, heartily applauded.


All at Coo & Co reflect that this is an interesting way of saying one is sorry. We enjoyed the boiling and skimming, which brought to mind the making of a drink before bed. The purification element recalls chemistry lessons for our FT. Sage Coo sips Ovaltine from a test tube and we all applaud together. Well done, Friend D.! :>)


Ah, Colin again. It is pleasant to walk, though this is possible only in dreams for our FT, of course, whether conscious or not. We enjoyed the journey to the gorgeous gorge and then the description, particularly the 'swan-diving'. All at Coo & Co muse on swans and smile together :>)

To meet again

We agree with all the other comments and we join Ashe in hoping the lady will arrive soon. Sage Coo, in proactive mode, encourages you to go out and start some conversations with various women. 'That is a wonderful way to make merry' :>)

my heaven, my hell

A poem of many thoughts, well related and described. That 'insidious blackness' is rather reminiscent of our FT's anxiety, but she is fortunate to have other wiring that restores her to Rainbowland. Woo-hoo! Ergo, we take our spot in thy heaven, albeit not with an arbor for a cut-off saw. We particularly like 'ruddy duck', recalling sight of these dear creatures at Slimbridge once upon a time. 'Russet feathers and blue beaks,' Sage Coo smiles :>)

I Want To Be Broderick Crawford

All at Coo & Co very much enjoyed this portrait of B.C., poem and picture. We particularly like the concerned serious eye gaze and the playing of band music, while the notion of knowing the bad guys is also appealing. Sage Coo strikes up the band and everyone applauds together :>)

Quiet Complation

This is very enjoyable, shells. I love all the little details that create and complete the poem, the sights, smells and feelings that draw me in, wishing to follow the smoke and to try to place that unknown melody. Applause!

A new day, a new light

This sounds like the beginning of a very interesting journey. The reflection in the puddle is particularly striking; it seems the writer has a significant desire to discover who he is away from the comforts of home. We also like the idea of howling in the woods, finding a freedom of expression that perhaps isn't possible in any other environment. Applause!

For you

A pleasantly waspish write, with a feast of amusing images. We like the solid rhymes and the twist at the end!

A Corner Full of Rags

This is a very hard-hitting poem. The image of rags in a corner is striking and endures long after I've finished reading. I think a lot of people are frightened to acknowledge that such darkness exists in the world. A strong and disturbing piece. FT

The Desperation Of Words

Hi Friend Dave! :>)
All at Coo & Co enjoyed reading this, for the poignant tone, interesting rhyme scheme and memorable refrain. We particularly like the 'Lilliputian mice' and the final lines. Applause from us all :>)


The solid rhymes and fast pace here produce a hardhitting poem, with a poignant moment too, in 'I sit and stare at a picture of my son'. Well done, ternic :>)

Park and Hide

Nice title, shells, and pleasant intrigue throughout this piece. I like the observation of your thoughts and how they blend with the park setting. And the peeping bird is particularly appreciated, of course. Applause!


I like this very much, Ken, especially the line, 'I know where I am at all times!' It is good to know oneself thus. Applause from your friends at Coo & Co :>)

Your Own Sun

As always, Dave, a poem of interest and intrigue :>o
Our FT nods vigorously, as she came to poetry shortly after her return home from a horrendous hospital stay; and certainly there was a sense of digging, trying to find courage to cope. This is very well described here. We particularly like the line, 'Cathartic and relatable to everyone'. We applaud together and Hap buys you a cider, as a sort of reward (;>)


How timely, Ken, as the copyeditors of BBP have recently completed a project concerning climate change.
This seems an excellent summary of the situation and we like the drama of the piece.


PS: ...and we shall catch up with our commenting soon! :>)

a dream

This is all very pleasant. Our FT has never known a delicate love such as is suggested by thy 'tinkerbell', but we are fond of nature at BBP and we appreciate the images in this piece, all the way through to the tall grass at the end (-:>)

It Was Just A Dream

I like the way the poem progresses through stages. It feels sad at the beginning, then it seems to move through an analytical time to acceptance. I like the rain because I find the sound of rain soothing. Altogether an interesting piece (-:>)

Silver; or, The Burnt Tree of Coo

All at BirdBrains thank thee for thy comment (-:>)

Concerning 'torturous', we find that the Burnt Tree of Coo is able to perform this without bite, in her pleasant rural accent.

All Good Things,
Ms Bird :>)

The Wind Changed

This is very well described, Friend Dave. We can well imagine the look and we like the dramatic moment when the wind changes, causing psychological as well as facial permanence. That is very interesting. The final two lines are a great success, adding another layer to the storytelling. Whirls of applause from BBP (-:>)


Please don't apologise for the repost, Joe; this is a beautiful heartrending poem and I'm honoured to read it. I love the title. There's immense strength of will involved here, all the more in evidence set amidst the very powerful images throughout the piece. And the ending reaches right through to my heart. Gentle applause from BBP.

Down A Long Road

This is a pleasure to read, my friend :-)
My connection with farms is fairly slight, but I always feel a familiarity when I come across words such as 'barn' and 'horseshoe'. The first shed I knew had a horseshoe nailed over the door. I love the opening lines of this poem, leading to the gradual weathering 'gray handprints' is particularly interesting and I like the combination of this colour with the 'red stains of hinged rust' in the next line. For the final two lines, I feel a sense of an emerging character and an acceptance with this, as Dave notes. Applause from BirdBrains all (-:>)

The Tipping Point

Woo-hoo! Praying mantis! We are fascinated by these insects at BBP. And we like this poem very much indeed, particularly the line, 'His green arms waved in disdain'. Both the meeting and the massacre are expertly described. We mimic the mantis in expressing applause to thee (-:>)


Ooh, Caligula! Our FT has interesting memories of watching a film of this title 'Caligula', that is, though she suggests that 'Ooh, Caligula!' would have been more appropriate. That was during her student days; it is better not to linger here. We like the philosophical tone of thy introductory verse and the intrigue that follows. And the line lengths are pleasant to observe. We applaud and offer thee a toga :>)

November Despond

All at BirdBrains are sorry to read of thy despond, my friend :-)
I love this poem, though. The quotation by Wright serves as an excellent preparation, as the beauty in his lines continues in your own. I like the 'ragged echelons' especially and it's always a pleasure to observe squirrels, of course. The 'frieze' is very apt and I like the dramatic soundscape of 'clattering in the catalpa' followed by autumn brushfires. Altogether, this is a treat on a dismal day. Applause!

Strange Weather Report

Yes, this is quite strange. But then, we are fond of strange at BBP. The 'north south east westerly' is particularly appealing. Ms Bird twirls her appreciation :>)

On Learning Of A Friend In Hospice

Very moving, very beautiful :-) :>)

People Are People

Nice one, Friend Dave. At BirdBrains, we eschew many people, but not yourself, of course. 'We like Friend Dave,' Ms Bird coos. We also like the expression 'nest unsoiled'. Applause from the spotless offices of BBP (-:>)

Last Days

A wise comprehension by Friend Dave, very well expressed. Sage Coo applauds mightily (*v*)

To A Grieving Friend

My friend, I'm sorry for your friend's loss; condolences from all at BBP.
The quote from Keats is a beautiful beginning. The description of the bank and the stream is vivid; I can picture it in my mind. I like the way the poem opens out in the second half, taking in birds and generally more of nature. The conclusion offers comfort while conveying your faith in your friend's ability to carry on. Applause from FT and Ms Bird (-:>)

Through the Rain Haiku

A very colourful and enjoyable journey. Fine lines indeed! (-:>)

Strong and Sweet

Ssslurp! Alas, we must eschew coffee at BBP for health reasons, but our FT has fond memories of coffee culture from her time in legal office. We like the third verse especially, as the expression '[s]ipped into a face' brings to mind something cartoonish, which we rather revere (-:>)

Poet Turns To Paper

All at BirdBrains enjoyed this little number, with its rhymes on each second and fourth line. It is pleasant to muse upon prisms and interesting to consider that 'the singer is the song'. Thoughtful nodding ensues at BBP (-:>)


Here is another delightful descriptive piece :-)
This poem is a box of treasures, both for the nature notes at the centre and the musings on either side. It's interesting, how people differ. At BirdBrains, nature is first art and music, then words (-:>)


A very thought-provoking piece, my friend :-)
A sombre mood is set in the first stanza, as darkness envelops the pines. I particularly enjoyed the description of the needles, holding onto the light, and the alliteration of the last line.
The second stanza is more sombre still. Your concerns are well expressed and I understand your despair. 'Place of peace' is a beautiful expression and the final description brings some solace as the light returns. Serene applause from BirdBrains all (-:>)

Sleepers Tell The Truth

A strong piece from Friend Dave here. The first few lines are very effective, loud and violent, causing Ms Bird to hide in Cushion Corner. Tempted out by the prospect of learning a few things, she returns and we read with great interest the remaining description. The origin of the word 'sleepers' is particularly worthy of note and we like the onomatopoeia 'click clack'. Clap clap! (-:>)

After A Long Time Away

This peaceful poem places me in a meditative mood, my friend. As always, I love the keywords you use to form description, providing a very apt location for the mindscape detailed afterwards. I particularly like the notion that home is who, not where, we are. Serene applause from BBP :-) :>)

"Or What's A Heaven For"

As is customary, the BirdBrains confess they have not read much (any?) of Browning, though we have located this poem online. We weren't sure how much of it we should read, so for now we focus on your lines and we'll return if appropriate.
I like the opening line, the faint stars in the haze. It prepares very well for the musing that follows, the time without. It also emphasises the contrast in the final three lines, vividly drawn and poignant all that grandeur falling away, though at BBP the remaining stars are beauty in themselves. We applaud gently together :-) :>)

As I Lay My Head Tonight

An intriguing piece, reckon the folks at BBP :-) :>)
We hope you don't mind our lack of formal scoring; we don't feel it's our place to provide critique. We do like to issue our Comments in Return, however, as you know ;>)
The beginning is interesting for its contrasts of 'wisps' and 'sharp', leading into sober description of what love is not. It seems to have quite a disturbing effect upon thee, conveyed especially in the questions of the penultimate verse. We're interested in the 'vile vermin' and a tad concerned by the ending. Sage Coo wraps thee in a blanket and offers hot chocolate, 'for to soothe thy soul' (*v*)

Pilgrimage (haibun)

A beautiful haibun, my friend :-)
I like the movements in the first paragraph, the lifting leaves and the straying shadow, emphasised by the drifting duck in the first haiku.
The introspection of the next few lines is well wrought and further defined by the musings on snow. Then the autumn oak returns us to the present, though at the mention of cicada husks I begin to think of rebirth. We don't know much about cicadas at BirdBrains, so that might not be appropriate, of course. Our apologies.
The final part of the piece is tender and moving, making me think about how much is said in silence, in between prayers.
Thoughtful applause from FT and Ms Bird :-) :>)