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This is my sea by Ann Wood

2018-12-12
This is wonderful, Ann, you embrace the sea, and it gives so much back in return ~~~


A Present

2018-12-11
This makes me want to make pancakes, as a present to myself, because I do feel in between.


Break-Up

2018-12-11
One poem of unspoken love, another of the end of love (or, maybe something other than love). You poems are wide-ranging.
The contrast between his cauterized heart and her wounded (leaking, dripping?) heart is stark. This is a chilly poem, despite the heat.


Pondering the Corrosive Power of a Single Word

2018-12-11
Is the word necessarily corrosive? Could it not be binding? Only one way to find out.


Old Pilgrims' Way

2018-12-11
This is quite cheery and welcoming, and nice to read on a chilly (vey chilly) late-autumn night. I am imagining lots of early morning sunshine, though cold.


Control

2018-12-09
This and "Catchy" draw a heavy presence, if not ominous, at least unwanted.

Few words and strong images.


The Roak boys

2018-12-08
This is rich—layers of pathos, lament, fate. Grieve for the mother, grieve for the father, grieve for the lost boys.

To hear this sung and played as you hear it would be fine.


A genie's honesty

2018-12-06
I've read this many times, I continually search for a 4. Of course, I cannot. Three is the limit, we all know that, but I still try.


Sonnet: Return to the woods

2018-12-06
Squire's invitation reminds me of Peter's invite to Wendy and the Boys to join him in Neverland.

I'm thinking that cumulatively your 1000 words have drawn a very pretty picture. Squire & Company are clear in my mind.

Enjoy the thought-train. We will enjoy it as it is revealed.


Natural consequences

2018-11-29
lol, nothing is funnier than the truth, and nothing hurts more ~


This is no more than a surmise

2018-11-28
this is so generous, generous without qualifications

i feel as though i opened an invitation to a party of my very closest friends. i know i will be safe, warm, and welcomed


Schubert's Serenade

2018-11-28
I don't think this qualifies as "tragic." It does work, though, as horror. That level of obsessiveness is horrifying. If that is what you were after, you succeeded.


Just one more page....

2018-11-28
arguing with yourself is like dancing on a Möbius strip, it will never end . . . but it's okay, as long as you're feeling fab ~


Lakeside sonnet

2018-11-27
we're wondering where such appreciation of nature comes from, if Mr. and Mrs. T, FT's parents, took her to quiet places to listen, and look, and be still.


Whitney #2

2018-11-27
This is very sweet.


The young German nurse Mareike by Ann Wood

2018-11-26
She sounds like a wonderful person, and she is lucky to have you as a friend, as well ~~~


The heat of the Heart

2018-11-24
your poems are about what is the best, and quietest, in human nature. very nice ~


If I could by Ann Wood

2018-11-24
so sad and dreamy ~


Ancient Music

2018-11-24
if i'm to have a tune in my head, i prefer 'Sumer is Icumen,' and if i want to listen to someone sing 'godamm,' then let it be Nina Simone ('Mississippi Goddamn').

but this is fun in its own sarcastic way. pound was a barrel of laughs.

you come up with great poems for us. thank you.


Appraisal

2018-11-21
sometimes things are appraised for their value. sometimes for their lack of value. i think we see a clear erosion of value here.

i like your spare formatting, and clear wording.


River God

2018-11-21
River God seems to have a spooky, Norse quality about him. The two pieces of stonework which surround him seem oddly abstract. Altogether, I read: 'Fair warning, beware.'

Brown liked green.

Thank you for this. Your documented travels are appreciated for their interest, poetry, and often humorous touches.


Coo's Croome: under Low Arch Bridge

2018-11-21
This led me to read more about Eleanor Coade (1733-1821). A lot seems to be know about her, and an interesting woman she was: a business woman, craftswoman, inventor, devote Baptist, Nonconformist, supporter of women's rights.

Though a single woman, she was known as Mrs. Eleanor Coade. Business women were rare in that era (though Elenor's grandmother was in the textile business). "[T]he title "Mrs"[...] was a commonplace 'courtesy title' for any unmarried woman in business.

(source: Wikipedia).

Thank you for the introduction.


Lovelorn

2018-11-17
Your way with imagery and suggestion is powerful. Well done.


Look at the clock

2018-11-17
this is so great, like a long mantra, so peaceful to read. thank you.


Mayfly. ..

2018-11-15
this brings to mind night terrors i had as a child, of a black void. i think i was remembering the womb.

what goes around comes around, dust to dust, that is the eternal joke.

nice !


1830-1886

2018-11-15
Clues abound.

This seems an honest appreciation, rather than a studious imitation, well done.


Bad Day

2018-11-14
I keep coming back to this. It's a short story w/o the descriptors and exposition. There is a lot to be read between the lines. It's hard to leave it alone, wondering about the story—and at the same time relating to it.


Flowers and fruits

2018-11-13
"To everything there is a season," and this is Ceres' season at Croome. Flora's season is missed and appreciated, here on the cusp of winter. Spring is now in my thoughts.


Road Trip

2018-11-10
This has it all. Bookmarked.


Croome with a view

2018-11-08
You seem to have such an appreciation for what you see before you. Of course, what you see before you, in this case, is beautiful. Nonetheless, you convey what you see in a lovely way, and that is a choice. Thank you.


Biff Burger

2018-11-04
he would like this story (though you would have to read it to him) ~~~~


Je pense à toi

2018-11-03
You will be together soon, i hope ~~~ this is lovely.


Still

2018-11-02
I like this poem. The first four lines, though, I love. They stand as a poem alone.


Eitz Chayim

2018-11-02
This poem is a lovely and fitting gesture.


I Cannot Find You

2018-10-30
I also can relate to this. The rhymes and format seem to enforce the poignant sense of loss. It is very controlled about something beyond control.


The Saurian Festival

2018-10-30
i love this, hints of summer to come, while up north we're about to freeze our own tails off.

i wish i knew how you managed to be so precise in your writing, yet it flows with complete ease. trade secret, i guess.

bookmarked


Autumn Jinn

2018-10-30
Bravo, Joe! I love "pneumatic flair," among many other fine lines, and the hint of what's to come. I'm feeling it, too.


Sunlight

2018-10-29
I remember loving autumn, the colors, the cooler air. Now, the weight of it is crushing and foreboding. As soon as I think these dour thoughts I remember winter's glory.

Which is better, then or now? As long as there is sunshine, then or now doesn't matter.


Somethin' Scilly :>)

2018-10-29
i truly enjoyed the series, and i look forward to rereading it over the winter (or sooner).

thank you ~


Swimming Upstream

2018-10-26
Even if i didn't know the genesis of this i would be be deeply moved. This is gentle and wistful, and from the bottom of your heart come these words.


At the Daymark; or, When Coo & Co met the Jumblies :>)

2018-10-23
Very enjoyable, and reading the "Jumblies" for the first time was a treat (which I did after reading your poem).

You make the ordinary extraordinary, a wonderful poetic travelogue.


Mallee

2018-10-18
~ ! ~


Up the côte

2018-10-16
We continue to enjoy the sights and words. We're thinking a change in seasons may also change the nature of the Isles. I hope you find yourselves home and snug before it gets too chilly.


New Road

2018-10-16
This is a heart-warming poem with rich and vivid images. It could be titled Generosity. I'm not sure, but I think I remember this poem from 2016. Your style is as vivid as always, and your technical skills have grown steadily. Bravo. Bookmarked.


cross-stitch

2018-10-11
Thank you, Nancy.

"To die: to sleep:
Nor more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to; ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished."


Pathétique

2018-10-10
This is my nightmare—death is not an end, but a beginning.

I found this eloquent and compelling. Thank you for sharing.


The Old Man of Gugh

2018-10-09
It seems to us that a stone that can boom, "Sod off," can jolly well kick.

We like the crusty tone, and the sonnet form is our particular favorite.

"view" and "Gugh" must give a hint as to pronunciation. We were thinking "Go."

Where next?


Words

2018-10-08
i like this. you made a complex idea seem simple.


Contributor's Note

2018-10-06
He sounds like the sort of guy I'd like to meet, two strangers of disparate interests finding common ground in words.


Xvii (I Do Not Love You...)

2018-10-04
His poetry is as grounded as any I know. This particular poem strikes home in a big way. Thank you for posting it.