I used to live near-ish to there. Agree with nentwined - much of this is lovely. I particularly like the closing lines - very nice.

what an odd duck

you lost me at the onset.

i hope you did not send this to her.

scratch padded poem

Only one way to find out, right?

pretty good

Some cool ideas. The whole thing feels quite bleak - or have I read it wrong?

I think I know to whom this refers. It's the old queen I see rubbing himself up in the park.

Bollocks.

Poemranker is dead, right? Guess I will stop checking here.

Indeed.

first of all...thankyou for your passion and extreme reaction...forgoing the obvious, that you really need sedation or at the very least intervention. I know I am a POET, and you are merely another wannabe nay-sayer who, will felicitate my rise to fame. Skamper

omg..10 just for your steadfast, persistence to this site..x

Thirteen years? Poemranker's been here...yes, for thirteen years. Wow. I love a lot of this. Don't have enough mind left to say whether I love all of it or not.

sense and sensibility permeates this piece, which indeed seems more like the intro to what is a beautiful ode to love lost

some of the metaphors don't work, not even surreally... there are some great phrases here, some imagery but then too much prothletysing... zest of a grapefruit is never sweet, always bitter. work it.

this is just not written well

She dreams of yesterday - because now that she has opened her mind to the reality of despair, she harkens back upon a simpler time.

When lit only by a fading memory, it's the sleeping neurons that require enlight-&-ment.