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65 years old from USA


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Returning from a long journey

2018-01-28
Returning from a long dream, coming back from somewhere far away and not quite real, in fact, surreal, where colors aren't what they should be, and sounds are indistinct, and there is pain.

That's what the poem brings to mind for me.


Elmore and George

2018-01-24
Well done, solid thinking here.


Friendly Discussion

2018-01-16
Well expressed. What D. Thomas does for you, another Irishman (of a sort) does for me:

On the beach at Fontana

Wind whines and whines the shingle,
The crazy pierstakes groan;
A senile sea numbers each single
Slimesilvered stone.

From whining wind and colder
Grey sea I wrap him warm
And touch his trembling fine boned shoulder
And boyish arm.

Around us fear, descending
Darkness of fear above
And in my heart how deep unending
Ache of love!

óJames Joyce


Our holiday at the sea side day twenty by Ann Wood

2018-01-07
A "moveable feast," indeed. You make me wish I were there.


Medical Center Interfaith Chapel

2018-01-05
After reading this I read the Mi Shebeirach, with no one person in mind, but all of us.

As well as: Namaste, Starry Starry Night, Mazel tov, Love and peace, Happy birthday, Paige! We love you, Matthew!

you might your very own:

"peace and light," it would be a welcome and appropriate addition I'm sure.


Five Short Takes

2018-01-04
I appreciate and enjoy these, as well as "Small Stanzas." Well done.


64th Letter

2018-01-02
Very "human" thoughts to begin the new year: distaste, trepidation, hope. I suppose it's a matter of percentages: increase hope at the expense of the others.

AARP saves you money, colonoscopies may save your life. No worries. If the world is a mess, "tidy your corner of it," that was advice given to me a long time ago, and I buy into it.

Looking forward to the 65th.


On Raising Daughters

2017-12-31
Raising a son is fraught as well. I know that good intentions aren't enough as a parent.

Good thought for a poem, raise them to be strong. Maybe not so easy.


2017 - Goodbye

2017-12-31
It's been a nightmare, three more years of this and we won't recognize the planet. It will be a cinder.

Am I being too dramatic?


To my Favorite Fifth Grader

2017-12-29
I'm glad you stuck with your original format, sans the stress on meter, which felt strained. This is your voice and your style, and, as always, it works well. It flows well.

Your favorite fifth grader has a good teacher.


Winter Snows

2017-12-19
I remember. Thank you.


Snow

2017-12-18
A lovely poem, a special kind of romance.

As a Chicago kid snow, ice-skating, sledding, snowball fights, icicles, mittens, buckle-boots, and so on were everyday parts of our winter. All good.


I'm In

2017-11-08
Very pleasing. I was particularly taken by the third stanza, and walking around the house saying, "unPound me." I have far too much Pound lying about.


Struck Dumb

2017-11-05
I get the sense, strongly, of "firstness," that it's coming back. Four years is a long silence for a writer.


I will not keep asking....

2017-10-29
i slept on it and still can't get it.


Raucous Sentiments

2017-10-24
These words resonate (loudly), and "the constant beating of the drum" is wearing and fraying nerves.

In the country (I don't know about anything else) people have nature at hand to balance the noise. It may help, it seems to, a little, at least until we come in the house and tune in.


Man Cold

2017-10-17
I have many thoughts about your gender breakdown but speaking them aloud wouldn't do. OTP has thoughts of her own. The two do not coincide.

Clever and good rhymes, esp. first stanza: lay/play & dire/mire, they are more than casually linked to one another.

Rose hip tea and lots of sunshine.


Tuffies

2017-10-15
My daughter loves libraries and jigsaw puzzles, the tougher the better, and she doesn't care a whit about the picture.

This is wonderful, it makes me smile. I love your rhymes.


Chestnuts

2017-09-24
I love it, love it for you simple elegance, and for the memories, of which mine are rich with battle and hearth.


A SCOBBERLOCHER GIVES A BACKHANDED COMPLERMANT!

2017-09-24
This is a fun use of language.


When The Whole World Is Marching...

2017-09-18
Lovely words. I echo your entreaty. I am doubtful.


I love you by Ann Wood

2017-09-16
i like reading this sincere expression of love.


Burning Red

2017-09-15
That's horrible, but your poem is like a bit of emily dickinson.


Two weeks without you Ashley by Ann Wood

2017-08-27
thinking of you ~


For Zach--39 Years And You're Gone

2017-08-15
I'm so sorry, Kathy. This is the saddest face of life's struggle.

My condolences, and hard as must have been to write, thank you for sharing your thoughts,

jim


Images

2017-08-02
Good images in both poems, and an economical use of descriptors.


Watching you sleeping by Ann Wood

2017-07-27
It is good acknowledge the wonderful things in life. You do it so well, with graciousness.


fault lines

2017-07-27
This is fine, and could easily be put to music.

It's nice to see your words again. Welcome back : )


furry philosophers (tanka)

2017-07-25
art imitates life imitates art!


Being There

2017-07-04
Perhaps this a cautionary tale of words said in the glow of new love.


Forgive me for you by Ann Wood

2017-06-15
Amazing poem, Ann.


Lament

2017-06-12
You make 40 sound diabolically old, but there is grace and humor in your self-realizing lines.


Having Fun

2017-06-12
What a picture!


Hart Crane

2017-06-12
I can understand your love of H. C., loving language as you do. I stumble into his world, taking a few steps before sighing and closing the book as hopeless. It is my loss, I know it. I would love to get lost in the words, but I merely get lost.

I'll comment on "Lament" later, I have to begin this day.


The heart of the watermelon by Danka Todorova-translate by Ann Wood

2017-06-09
I love this so much, it is melancholy and true and makes me feel like life can be so rich and so painful and so deep. Thank you for translating this gentle story.


Maybe To Mars

2017-06-06
At least it was fun!


The Birds

2017-06-06
After reading this poem and "You," I feel sated, as after a fine dinner, and dessert too rich, or, just rich enough, just right. (I write this to the sound of morning birdsong.)


At the Start of the evening Trail race

2017-05-06
ominous ~

and excellent.


Masonry

2017-05-06
very nice! lots of relatable images, but i know the reality cannot be imagined. much see to appreciate, but i like the bribes and slippers.


In Praise of Coloured Bottles

2017-05-06
So true, and a good poem. We called it "beach glass." Now, yes, plastic litter. It's awful.

In the woods I still find a blue or green or brown bottle, ages old, broken or unbroken, testament to lives that came and went.


Life in the nursing home by Ann Wood

2017-04-11
You always write clearly and sincerely. My closest friend is in a home with dementia. There are no activities. It is heartbreaking.


Lion in a Hat

2017-04-08
I think it works both ways, too. With the first line it's a little more personal, you give us an insight into what you're seeing.


Bluegrass

2017-03-30
Every child should have such memories, happy, priceless memories, each unique to their own locales.

Again, as in Miss Lucille, you've evoked a scene that feels familiar, though it was nothing like my own upbringing. It is very real. The only line that did come real for me is:

"Cowboy fantasy envisioned"

That became my reality.


Bahama Meditation

2017-03-30
I am incredibly happy for you that you've found this blue paradise, and were able to put it into words for us. I am transported from this chilly, gray midwestern day . . . almost! I need to see it and feel it to believe it.

It's good to hear from you again. The last we heard was during a terrible, soul-shaking, storm.


Her Name is Lucille

2017-03-26
You have brought Miss Lucille to life. If I didn't know her before, I know her now.

Tremendously evocative. I will be in the Kentucky hills next week. I will think of her.


Clouds

2017-03-05
You write of elusive, yearning emotions with such subtlety and grace. This is poignant. It takes me to a place that feels just out of reach, to some better, perfect state of being, going from the antiseptic room to:

You want to taste the sea
inhale that scent of salt,
roll it over your tongue,
Imbibe of the earth
fresh mown grass,
the fragile one day bloom.

Just beautiful, and a little heartbreaking.


Looky kooky

2017-02-11
Ground Control to Major LFD3, you are cleared for re-entry at your discretion.

Actually . . . may I join you?


Routine

2017-02-09
I like this. Anyone who writes odes to ice cream is okay with me. This is well conceived and written. I like the images, and the way they reflect upon you as a person and writer. This is thoughtful without being indulgent, and the final stanza circles back to the beginning nicely. It feels complete. Well done (as always).


Women (appreciations for the Leo full moon)

2017-02-09
I enjoyed this, and wonder if I, or any man, could write something along the same lines. I don't think so. Perhaps brothers in battle could, but nothing in my experience leads me to think there is a male equivalency, not is such sweeping terms.

Lucky you.

These lines gave me pause:

"When we hurt the feminine in ourselves
We hurt each other"

I'm not sure what is meant.


Shinrin-yoku

2017-02-05
the benefits are myriad, but no more so than enjoying your flow of words.