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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 :>)


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.


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 :>)

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 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 :>)


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 :>)


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 (-:>)

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!

On Learning Of A Friend In Hospice

Very moving, very beautiful :-) :>)

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! (-:>)


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 (-:>)

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 :-) :>)

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 :-) :>)

Postcard From Amish Country

This is tremendously transportive, my friend :-)
We have little experience of horses at BBP, but we think them very beautiful animals in all their different breeds. It's lovely to watch these majestic mares for a while and testament to your talent for description that I can hear them chomping their grasses and making an occasional 'harrrumph'-ing sound (that mightn't be strictly accurate; apologies!).
The contrast between fading winter light and the sudden appearance of light from the barn ends the poem with a cosy warmth. All at BBP applaud, warmly, together :-) :>)

Comes An Answer

A splendid piece, my friend :-)
As you may be aware, we are keen birdwatchers here, so it's a pleasure to read this poem inspired by the solitary bluejay. I like the first few lines of description, then the meditation on hunger and gratitude. The bluejay may not have a song, but your onomatopoeias are delightful for the ears, while the ending seems to strike a mystical note. Ms Bird coos her approval :>)

Know Nothings

This is quite a critique, Yhe Salon. We especially enjoyed the 'techno-fire', somehow reminding us of rave music circa early 90s, though we appreciate that was not thy intent. The final line is pleasing to our ears :>)

Dry Tinder

Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, a double haiku,
for Birdbrains to read and applaud... :>)

We are sad for the forest, of course, but cheered by the image of the '[i]vory arms', which we read as the wings of dear Sage Coo, employed in some restorative project :>)

where there was nothing, there is something

An intriguing exploration of self and faith. Are you being a philosophy student? The BirdBrains agree with Ashe, faith can take many forms. We confess, due to our need to earn, we do not have a great amount of time for contemplation. Often we edit or proofread in Philosophy, but it does not set us on fire as do such things as Art, Literature, Music. However, we enjoyed musing on how one might represent thy thoughts in image or tangible form :>)

First And Last Is The Letting Go

Woo-hoo! A poem for e-bird! :>)
I am reading this with our FT, following a fraught day at the offices of BirdBrains. We like the opening quote, but at the first line we are concerned. Have you fallen over? That is not pleasant. We hope you have made a full recovery and we are glad to read that you have access to a perch from which to watch, aptly, these dear sparrow fledglings.
The description of the fledglings is delightful, particularly for the nudging mother bird, and it leads to some very interesting musings. Bird flight might well seem natural to the human eye. Perhaps, suggests FT, birds watch humans and wonder why humans are unable to accomplish certain things without encouragement. We like '[b]e the air made visible' too. Altogether, it is an excellent piece of writing. Applause! (-:>)


This is another treat, my friend :-)
We enjoyed reading the first few lines of description, then accompanying you to the barn. The focus on the single strand of spider's web is excellent and I like how it is linked to your writing. The thread of moon at the end is delightfully delicate. Applause!

Autumn Equinox Then

Well, this is a treat on a Sunday evening, my friend :-)
I love to read of the prairie, the expanse of it and the magic bestowed by your 'alchemy' here. The description of the maples is also very satisfying; likewise the rush of work in the fields, rendered so well that I can smell the hay! The 'puzzle pieces' are excellent and I like the fruit and nuts, the colours, shapes, smells too. Here Autumn's arrival felt very sudden, really just over a couple of rainy days, and I recognise 'the familiar and the unexpected' that forms a thoughtful conclusion. Autumnal applause (-:>)


Yes, indeed; it is like a dream :>o
At BirdBrains (as always, please pardon our witlessness), we assume that this is about interest in A.N. Other, in a department store. The photo reminds us of Woolworths and our FT sighs nostalgically, recalling heady days of pick 'n' mix. The images picked 'n' mixed here are a joy to read, with 'two ruffled-feathered birds' particularly appealing, naturally. We applaud fantastically together (-:>)

A Losing Battle?

I really like this, shells. It's very well constructed, with excellent language throughout. I could hear the 'screams emit from my fingernails' as if I'd dragged my own nails across a blackboard, for example. Yeech! And the ending is very effective too, the flying off a roundabout followed by a compelling question that leaves us thoughtful at BirdBrains. Applause!

black, and white, and hot

All at BirdBrains thank thee for the explanation.
We like the scissorly beginning of the poem and especially the image of fog among oaks. We're not sure whether 'she' refers to 'l.a.' or a lady or both, but that doesn't matter because we like the element of intrigue. The fog feels cold to us tonight, so the sudden introduction of heat is a welcome contrast, with that sensuous last line. Applause!

Into My Life

This is interesting, my friend, and very effective. I like the idea of forming a vocabulary over time, while being aware of how this is shaped by places and experiences. The last few lines are particularly delightful, transporting me and Ms Bird to one of your beautiful locations. We enjoy following the hoof prints ourselves and wondering where they might lead us.

black, and white, and hot

It's a delightful photo, Pony. The BirdBrains apologise that we're not sure of the context here and we'd like to be certain before commenting properly on thy poem. Is it a still from Ladies They Talk About (1933), perchance? (Our ref.: http://www.dvdtalk.com/dvdsavant/s3976forb5.html)

Thanking thee,
BBP :>)

IF I DID NOT WRITE (completed work)

These are strong words, Ken. The explosion of the third line is dramatic! I like the process at the end of the poem too, 'emerging – writing – typing – sharing', it's very well described.

Birds in a Press

No need to apologise, Ashe; we appreciate these are not the same birds as @BirdBrains :>)
That said, our FT did feel a twinge of recognition as we read the vivid description of the girls. For FT had a few years of burning bright herself before illness prevailed. She would frequent nightclubs bedecked in glitter, for example, and she does not recall considering her possibilities much. Those were not thinking times!
The crush, when it occurs, causes us to wince a little and it seems we hear the old whirr of FT’s sewing machine, which she used to fasten lines of sequins to various clothes. We wince further at mention of internal organs and sweat. All in all, it is a very powerful poem. Applause!

modes of love

At BirdBrains, we have some knowledge of musical modes and we like thy association of modes with character – and even flavour. Perhaps there is a flavour for every mode. This is of great interest to us.
When we first read this piece, it had just one verse; we are delighted by the addition of the second, with its musings on keys, pitches and further attributes. It is pleasant to muse on the sound of a smile. Sage Coo smiles; a single 'ting!' on a triangle is heard. We applaud musically.