Griffonner

2026-03-18
I love some of the phrasing you use in this poem. "Black, like the silence/before the soul breaks apart" is a good example.
Welcome to PoetBay. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-18
Don't knock yourself! (Especially with axes.) :)
Blessings, Allen

2026-03-18
A really powerful emotive and thought provoking poem, Melinda.
I look at myself and realistically conclude that other than the divinely granted individuality I was created with, I myself have no greatness. I have come to accept myself for the very imperfect person I am. At 82 that can be a very sobering thought if One ever thinks One has any form of greatness. :(
Blessings and brotherly love, Allen

2026-03-18
I enjoyed reading this very much, and thought, as a result, that it is no bad thing to be isolated - always providing you can support yourself and for a roughly calculated period of time. Just imagine the silence in all that muffling snow!
Oh, and keep the TV and radio switched off!
Blessings, Allen

2026-03-16
My understanding of sunspots started at a really early age as a radio ham, when I became aware of the effects they have on radio propagation. Your poem comes at the subject from a novel and different perspective. Succinctly put. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-16
This poem is an extremely emotive expose into part of the lifelong psychological effects of deprived childhood affection. The protagonist's honesty and integrity shine through in every phrase. Bravo Nisha... and welcome to PoetBay. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-13
Nice to see you again, Melanie. Sorry you were gas-lit. It prompted you to write this poem, though... which is good. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-13
Self deprecating poetry. A new category! Nice to see you back. :)
Blessings, Allen

2026-03-13
I really like this. It is the ultimate conundrum isn't it. I don't think human brains could understand a one trillionth of 0.00000000001% of it. I reckon God admires human persistence though. The striving to understand and grow our knowledge may well be what it is all about. :) Blessings, Allen

2026-03-13
A really beautiful romantic poem which I regret not reading earlier. I loved the metaphors and the honesty. Deserves accolade in my opinion. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-12
Save for those born with a silver spoon in their mouths. :)
Blessings, Allen

2026-03-12
An enjoyable read. I get the message, and I like the way I got to it. Thanks for sharing. Oh, and I think you succeeded in your 'asttempt'. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-12
I couldn't agree more with your premise. In essence it may be a simplification because we fall and rise in so many different ways, but so true nonetheless. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-12
Yes. How true, and such a nice way of getting to the thirteenth and fourteenth lines. :D Blessings, Allen

2026-03-12
Gave me a smile. Can I say, good intentions trump almost everything. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-12
Why no comments? This poem brings warmth into your heart. We can still help others, but always remember we csan't do that unless we feed and cloth ourselves - 'feed' being metaphorical. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-12
Best thing to do: Get to the other side... where the sun shines and replenishes your soul. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-12
I really appreciate this poem. Easy to visualise, and enjoyable to read. Life should always be like this: Every moment of every day. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-12
Wow! Did we all see that scene! I know exactly what you mean. ('scuse the unintended poetry)
Blessings, Allen

2026-03-11
A very pleasant read with some pleasing rhymes. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-10
Let's hope that changes, eh. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-10
You are so good at these conversational poems. I read this as 'Gently does it', or as an old boss of mine used to say when i was young, "Softly, softly, catchee monkey" - a saying he used without malice I might add. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-10
Interesting poem, Ken. I now wonder if the fact that we've awoken to a thick white mist hiding almost everything nearby is a portent.
Blessings, Allen

2026-03-09
I enjoyed the read. Some interesting metaphors too. Nicely done. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-08
Happy women's day to you, Ann. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-06
Reading this, Alan, I just felt, 'Ah! Bless Baby Blue'! Blessings, Allen

2026-03-06
New pages are adventures at every turn, no matter what stage of life. I understand the mention of urgency but as the ending can never be foretold it is opportune you refer to the Never Ending Story in your emotive poem. Thank you for sharing it. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-06
You express this concern admirably, Ken. I pray that your way ahead is free of obstacles and full of good things. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-06
A really nice poem. I enjoyed reading it very much. Your descriptions paint some lovely pictures and evoke memories of my younger days. We didn't have 'The Pond', we had 'The Bank' - a wild piece of hilly Nature where we'd conjur our childhood dreams: Yours in the countryside, mine in outer London. Yours clearly far more beautiful.
Thank you for sharing. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-06
SNAP! :o) Your poem is a reflection of my world to some extent. I am so empathetic to your words here. It is being so 'fit' that keeps me going! It is all a learning curve isn't it? Blessings, Allen PS: Are congratulations in order for a new chapter?

2026-03-06
Another memory to cherish, and though it is a closing one, the print will be the reminder of today, and a key to other memories. I wish for you that they will be nice ones. I love the imagery you painted, in such (if I may phrase it so, such a poetic way. A really nice poem. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-06
A very astute and gentle quatrain on the effect of ageing both on the aged and the younger observer. It made me think there isn't a point at which the greatest effect is to be observed because it is simple ongoing - until that last breath to put it bluntly. We somewhat glibly say we are learning all the time, every day, but as someone into their octogenarian years I realise that applies to the physical diminishment of things too. Growing up we acquire new abilities, growing old we loose some of them too, regrettably. :o( A great write.
Blessings, Allen

2026-03-02
You are most fortunate, Ann. We are yet to see most flowers - seemingly only the May Trees have flowered, and the odd rape seed plants between the rows of over-wintered vines. We can see new buds forming, but we're perhaps weeks behind you. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-02
.... and part of the loving community which is The World. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-02
Thank you, Ann. Briliantly explained. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-02
I concur with Jim: These are truly powerful words, and words that need speaking time and time again - in defiance of their abject failure (choice?) to listen.
I frequently wonder what exactly is going on in their heads: Do they actually believe what they preach? In their heart of hearts do they not see what they are doing? Do they have ulterior motives for this choice of theirs? Too often they get revealed as being exactly the people they accuse others of being, or have deep rooted psychological problems with how they have interacted with women in their pasts.
It sickens me and it saddens me that their shield is a 'religion' which, whatever it is, is completely, completely unprovable at its core. I refuse to believe that the ultimate creator entertains vindictiveness and/or judges any thing or anybody, because anything that is not part of that creator is recognised as having still so much to learn. [Gets off soapbox and exits stage right....] Blessings and thanks for your sharing, Allen

2026-03-01
This is... special. Thank you Richard for sharing. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-01
Your words are strikingly correct. And hopefully what we write, will last for a very long time. But I wonder? Fifty years ago we would read our poetry from books, Those books are still around. The internet may have brought us many things, immediacy for one, world-wide distribution another, but in transferring from books, from the written page, to the monitor screen, I know for a fact that the longevity is lost. We certainly live in a throw away society in more ways than one, don't we. And we have become blase about the availability of poetry. We forget that being a poet is a lonely occupation. We forget to be grateful. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-01
Dead right, Ann. Time is shooting by, almost as if Nature can't wait to complete another cycle. I read it is time for the martenitsa. Is this something you do? Blessings, Allen

2026-03-01
Impressive. You paint the picture very well. I could actually see this. "Allow yourself to be yourself" Is a brilliant instructive isn't it. Blessings, Allen.

2026-02-27
What a heart warming poem this is! I think he is very fortunate to exist within your obviously generous and loving heart and mind.

It is so lovely to hear from your pen again, even on the anniversary day of someone's passing. Thank you for sharing. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-27
Such a powerful poem, Melinda. And so appropriate to the prompt.
I believe we create our reality with our thoughts, the person you describe has yet to learn/recognise that such negativity will only rebound. That is why gratitude is so vital in our thinking. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-27
I too needed to search for your fine poem's name. Only then was I able to see the real source of your joy. Not to worry, even before I had seen her style of dress, your poem encouraged me to form images substituting another genre of yellow - the symbol for my heartland. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-27
it follows! Three lines holding vast meaning. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-27
This poem poses a good question about letter writing. For me it is the 'writing' part that resonates because as I've gained more numbers to my age my handwriting has become uncontrolled. It is all about practise. The keyboard has become like the supermarket is to the corner shop. Who can be her Frank Doel? Blessings, Allen

2026-02-26
Beautiful. It is nice to 'see' and read. It happens too with your own children. I've learned not to second guess where it will all lead. My dancer has become a healer, my DIY assistant a marketing guru. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-26
The implied excitement is infectious. :) Blessings, Allen

2026-02-25
Perhaps you need to dive in too. :) A whimsical tale of a spurned muse. The penultimate stanza describes what happens in this disturbing world, in my case because there are too many things on my 'to do' list! Blessings, Allen

2026-02-24
What a lovely memory to have, inspired by a photograph. Maybe it is my age, but I increasingly find myself seeing and feeling more when looking at a photograph. They have become more valuable as they age. An interesting point of your poem is that the person in the photograph does not age, does not change, their personality, perhaps their spirit(?) a timestamp in your time. (That would taker me onto a way longer theory, so for brevity I will stop there!) Great poem. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-24
My wife has winter sad syndrome. She keeps it inside as much as she can. I try to bring blossoms into her life when I see it, but it isn't easy. You have my sympathy. Blessings, Allen