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jim

65 years old from USA


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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.


Ghosts

2018-11-08
There is such a sad sense of inevitability, and relentless and hopeless repetition. Is this life?


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.


From the Basement

2018-11-07
This poem is working on me. So grim. Not enough light. In other words: well done.


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.


Muse

2018-03-07
Too true, your few words speak volumes.


None of Us

2018-03-07
Together your two poems are sweet and insightful. I enjoy them very much.


café utopia

2018-03-06
Lots of truth here, and all good poetry, Thomas.


Communities

2018-02-22
"every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;"

This is a nice acknowledgement of friendship, as well the difficulty of going it alone—facing the "gale-force winds." It is also nice that community has become broadly defined, which, in my rural isolation, matters.


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.


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!

—James 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.


North Shore Medical 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.


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.


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.


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.