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Happy 44th birthday to me by Ann Wood

2019-01-16
Happy birthday, Ann! Best wishes for a beautiful year.
Jim


The wind in the plain

2019-01-14
I love the inland sea.

There are many wonderful things to find within this poem.


How to Drink Tea

2019-01-10
I really like this. Simple, yet elegant.


Stuck in Dallas

2019-01-10
I know DFW far better than I would like. I appreciate your observations and the way you composed this.


Just A Thought

2019-01-08
I follow your logic and concur—life is tough and hope is eternal. I love the language of this, your voice.


Temptation Way

2019-01-08
Very lyrical, and nice to read aloud.


T A U N T ´r

2019-01-08
A heavy presence.


Once in a While

2019-01-08
This is very sweet.


Silence & Shouts

2018-12-01
You've hit your stride with these.


Waves lapping against the shore

2018-11-25
we should all have such moments ~


Sunday

2018-11-18
This is a happy way to think of Sundays. I concur, and this is a nice poem.


How To Read This Poem

2018-11-18
this is the bomb
tom

(that's a compliment!)


Fatal Trip

2018-11-18
He broke her spirit.

This is a sharp glimpse of reality, spare, to the point, and effective. I appreciate this.


Dust of Snow

2018-11-16
I like this, too, and it brings to mind a Jack London story: "To Build a Fire."

Different outcome.


Time perspective

2018-11-15
You expressed what love can be, and for you—is.

It reminds me of Shakespeare's most often recited sonnet, 116— 'Let me not to the marriage of true minds.'


Confusion Transcends

2018-11-15
I concur with Lawrence. Well expressed.


Innocent tattletales

2018-11-12
I hope to see: "This text has been chosen to be featured on the home page of PoetBay," because this is so fine, and original, and a pleasure to read and contemplate and visualize.

*****

bookmarked


fiction for the dying one

2018-11-09
But not all with wounded hearts are superheroes.


Reading Devkota in a Cowshed

2018-11-08
A poet's poem. Well done.


CrossFire

2018-11-08
You've defined hopelessness.


Feint

2018-11-08
This does flow, and then becomes totally crushing in the end.


Demeanor

2018-11-08
I see inevitability, self-awareness, and acceptance, all at once, I guess it's reflected in expression, that is—demeanor.

The three poems you posted today (and yesterday) are so concise, precise, and insightful. It's a pleasure to read your poems again.


New Directions Paperbook 316

2018-11-07
What was it about Dye-lin that so caught your imagination?


A Day With Starlight Solo

2018-11-04
I had a flirtation with a daysailer years ago, but we never reached, never even approached, the intimacy the two of you achieved.

A very sensuous, expressive, appreciative poem.


Hello Daddy by Ann Wood

2018-11-04
It's hard to believe that by putting words on a page you can evoke such feelings, but you do it, you have a way of writing like no one else (in the best possible way).

jim


Patriotism 101

2018-10-05
This flows effortlessly with your conversational tone. The glimpse of Nepal is compelling. You touch all senses. The imagery is super-real, vivid, as are the sounds and . . . attitude.

This is skillful writing, Bibek. Really fine.


Water

2018-07-19
Water is infinitely complex, so many states, so many guises. You've caught its ever-changing, beguiling nature.

I write from the boundary waters of northern Minnesota, water-water everywhere.


Morning in Harbour

2018-07-19
I feel the gentle rocking, hear the quiet lapping.

Lovely.


Cast adrift.

2018-07-15
This is a good analogy for the situation, which you understand fundamentally, sympathetically, and realistically.


Meanwhile in Kathmandu

2018-07-03
Wow, this is stunningly good. You've tamed the sestina, more than that you've brought Kathmandu vividly to life, all senses engaged.

Brilliant writing.


god

2018-06-16
This is quietly brilliant.


The Little Conductor

2018-06-16
This works on all levels, and ending with a touch of humor is a grace note. The sonnet form and rhymes come naturally.

I like that you are an observer. Though the poem is about the little conductor, it says something about you as well.

Well done.


Held By The King

2018-05-30
One may, and I am not saying I am, think there is more here than meets the eye.


Happy 64th birthday Mom by Ann Wood

2018-04-29
Your mom and I are the same age. Happy birthday to your mother.


Half-baked Haiku

2018-04-22
These are fully baked. The last one made me laugh out loud.


The Last Supper by Ann Wood

2018-04-07
This is rich with images and meaning.


Still Looking

2018-04-07
I like this. It reminds me of a surrealist story by Sakutaro Hagiwara called "Cat Town." It's a journey as well.


When I see the Moon

2018-04-04
I often feel the same when I look at the moon on a cold night. Well written, I enjoyed this.


brain

2018-04-03
I think the brain is utterly dependent on the rest of the body, there is no such thing as pure thought. The gut tells the brain this or that, the brain responds, not vice versa. The brain is given far too much credit. Sensory input is the programmer, the brain is the hard drive.


Aging

2018-04-03
All true, so true, too true. But . . . those past days WERE lived, so nothing has been lost, and like a good book on the shelf, can be read and reread. No need to live it again. Despite the obvious southern trend, there is much good to be found in a day, if only in minutes.

I appreciate this.


A Thin Place

2018-04-03
I've been feeling the pull of Mass, or my equivalent, the familiarity, the history, the comfort of it is compelling. I suspect I have been walking on thin ice.

I enjoyed this very much.


AGRICULTURAL PANICHIDE by Ann Wood

2018-03-24
Are you writing about your village? This is sad, the dying of way of life.


Bits of Life

2018-03-23
Both seem right and true, personal and somehow universal. Both lovely.


ON ME WRITEING WORLD WAR ONE ((Addishans)) (Finishde)

2018-03-18
You ask good questions, and it's natural that you do so. The war touched your family, as it did mine, and, surely, everyone's.

You've always written of conflicts, you have a good sense of history and a way of expressing yourself clearly. Those who make war might be better served to ask the questions which you ask.


It can’t be changed

2018-03-17
Your latest poem (Je Ne Regrette Rien) is about feeling no regret, and this poem is about a lifetime of regret. I like the connection, and I like downward flow of this poem, it mirrors life itself.


What's in a Name?

2018-03-17
Thomas DeFreitas is a noble name.

I love the unforced rhymes (I did trip over Scorsese/messy, something about the first vowels). I love this format, and the light touch (both without qualification).

I rhyme like Milton, that is to say, I don't (i.e. can't).


charity & birdsong

2018-03-16
I chanced to read last night that Marianne Moore often began poems with a phrase that came to her, maybe not in a dream, but as something that resonated.


1992

2018-03-15
Wonderfully conveyed, the sense of time and place comes through—but I am wondering what Rob the radical was radical about.

1992 is a blur for me, one more year in a string of too many years spent on horseback and tractor seat.


Chadesh Yameinu

2018-03-13
T'hank you for this appreciation, which led me to some beautiful, beautiful, beautiful music.


I think of you

2018-03-07
"But you are not here,
And I’m left whispering my longing
to the brisk winds,"

Your whisperings become words on a page. Writers write.