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November

2017-11-13
I agree with November despondency. And, as per, your ability to share a scatteing of that emotion so freely and delicately through your poem is a rare talent....a craftsman at the lathe.

...aside..

(Between friends)

Its proper good stuff J.

Cheers Lucy


The Ancient Flame

2017-10-08
Oh yeah. I like that too.


THE TIMES WE LIVE IN!

2017-10-08
I agree. What do we leave our children x


Done

2017-10-08
A tough call on both parts I reckon. Seems like the other in this is between a rick and a hard place.


a summer place

2017-08-19
One should never underestimate the potential of a cloud.


The Little One

2017-08-11
Made laugh and remember my own and theirfunny ways.

My eldest saw a hutterhigh...butterfly
The tullert....was the toilet
My rubs....were her blisters from new shoes ( purchased for fashion against my advice)

Happy days. Thankyou for reminding me.


Swinger

2017-08-11
Sooo...woke up feeling happy and generally positive then?


i fell from those swings

2017-08-11
A hard read, however I enjoyed the style very much. I was drawn in quickly. I particularly liked how you acknowledged the child's observation of the evening prayers. I felt the helplessness in it all and how clever to use the swings as the vehicle to bring out this story.


When we Feel like Hiding

2017-08-10
Very true. I think I call it the Emu Syndrome. I apply this thought process every time I put off a fitness session..speaking of which....


Little Scratch?

2017-08-10
Oh no. Why am I reminded of the Flintstones car here? Hope itdoesnt cost too much to repair.


FATHER WITH HIS DAUGHTER MIKA

2017-08-09
A stepping stone, a path across a river, a bridge between generations.


Light Tears

2017-07-15
Nice light touch to the writing too. Very elegent.clipped and yet sumptuous.


TO ALL MY FREINDS ON POETBAY

2017-06-22
Cool. Not sure I want some if my nonsense to last forever!


TO ALL MY FREINDS ON POETBAY

2017-06-22
Cool. Not sure I want some if my nonsense to last forever!


Olivia!

2017-06-22
Olivia is in touch with feeling everything...carpe deuming so to speak. O and the beach demands you go get in and paddle those footsies...even if they are sub zero temperatures. Reconnect and feel the sand between your pinkies.


Like that

2017-06-20
Twisting my melon.


Melancholy Eggs for Breakfast

2017-06-10
Loving your egg-cellent portrayal of inner dialogue in relation to melancholy. Sorry..couldn't help myself. Eggs-tremely neat...oops...there I go again!


My Favourite Poets

2017-06-04
Oh yes me too, me to.


Fountain Pens

2017-06-01
Reminded
Gladly
Nina


Fountain Pens

2017-06-01
Well. Im resided gladly if how I felt the first time I heard NAna Simone singing the song Wild is the wind....she said......." ....kiss me, I hear the sound of mandolins..."

Whether that makes any sense to you, Im not sure but I'm sure in high respect for Nina....


MANCHESTER - 22 MAY 2017!

2017-05-24
Its heart wrenching Ken, watching this u fold, watching peoples loved ones despair, watching children being wiped it. Thankyou for taking time to give their lives value.


The Catacomb waltz

2017-05-14
Sweet. Love it. 'Nuff said.


A Long Haul

2017-05-14
Id like to know if the grass was or want greener there.


Love Letters Never Sent

2017-05-07
Well isn't this just a little bit of lovely. Really enjoyed this xx


WHILE SOMEONE WAS A MUMBLING!

2017-05-06
Sounds like Star Wars Day and Yoda have been influencing here!!


there’s a broken woman

2017-04-19
You've caught her very well. Please let her in...tell us the next episode.


WINTERED MINDS!

2017-04-18
And how cutting those rocks that slice them


To a friend

2017-04-18
Very occasionally, Ill read a piece of beauty that is so exquisite it takes my breath away. This was one of those rarities.


everything is small

2017-03-05
Mm...mmmmm.

That me. Licking my lips after gorging on fine words.

Very tasty.


Wreckage

2017-02-05
Scavengers are only to happy to dig and pick over bones until...well until themes nothing..which brings a kind of freedom. Hurty feelings here.


A Barbed Life

2017-02-05
Lovely xx


Underwater

2017-01-22
This how I feel when politicians are talking.


Beginning

2017-01-21
Having just come back in from a very frosty bitter day I long for Spring. Well put here.


A skylark

2017-01-21
Thoroughly enjoyed this. I like how you used the bird as a carrier of your inner thoughts which had the effect of amplifying your emotions.


THE NEW DARK AGES!

2017-01-21
Me too Ashe.


With Loneliness

2017-01-10
Tasty.


the lotus

2016-12-17
This makes the reader dig deep into their own experiences of life, of situations and people they have known. Thankyou. I agree this is no fragment.


things that fall between chairs

2016-10-23
And poetry web sites too!! Love this.


it's the story of someone...

2016-10-23
Well as long as they gave you a name check then thats ok!


The Poetess

2016-10-18
Ok you had me at...Such velocities are difficult to match. And by
I will wrestle with these thoughts for now, I think I was starting to crumble and then darn it by repetition you hammeted home

at best, my worst won't do~

I mean...leave me with some dignity!


Fallen from the earth

2016-10-12
Very. Very nice work.


little poem

2016-10-04
Or the road gearing up to absorb the weary falling traveller
Or the traveller spitting road grit at a powerful little pebble


Lucy shoots daisies

2016-09-25
The title caught my eye. Shooting from the hip.


True Lies Weigh

2016-09-25
Deep breath Kathy. As many as it takes.


wind road

2016-09-25
Love love September.Before the October of Halloween and the rush to Chrustmas begins in shops


Psychotherapy Begins

2016-09-25
Am I the only one who wants to know how it ends!!!! She might have welcomed the question!


Love The Rain

2016-08-20
Nice how you have encompassed memory into a weathery scene.


Why read this?

2016-08-19
I suppose you need to make poverty tangible, not just something we view from the comfort of our million mile removed armchairs


Compression

2016-08-19
Rio.


What If?

2016-08-19
And on the horizon lay optimism
It tugged away at the thorny constraints
Of regret,
Of misgivings.
It opened a yellow brick road to..
To that brilliance
They call hope.

Sorry, not meaning to hijack your post. Sometimes it's easier to express how poems make me feel in prose, instead.