you got me on this one

I gotta try one of these some day. lol.

Another poem that deserves at least some light but will get none. damnit.

Realized i had never commented on this. Am taken with it, a year later. it reminds of you then, harkens you now. Do not step on my shadow. Do not step on my shadow. And such was the Fall." Renders an indelible sadness. (not of real events, i'm not sublimating here-i mean taken by itself)

This is very nice.. Don't change anything.

This poem is not THAT bad, really...

I did'nt mean to delete your comments I really did'nt you can call me an ass hole on this one I'm not a woman I'm a man and again i apologize to both of you DARK A. and DOVINA

Here's what bugs me: S-1 (yet) it's a pothole. at least cold patch it, please S-3 lines 1 and 2 contradict each other empty/full and (fulfilled) would be fine just -filled S-4 (yet) again. just drop that one. Here's what I like: Everything else. particularly the use of -spines-. I know. rewrites suck. but they're so worth the effort.

whoops. (IN) a crib of sycamore?

yes. a nice silk/satin groove.

jeez -loueeze.

Some good thoughts here, especially that a mortician is there "to facilitate the apathetic-but-proper disposal of the soul."

too good to be a pimple where is the blood and whining?

There was a certain king who had ten thousand men He marched them up the hill one day and marched them down again. And when you're up, you're up And when you're down, you're down and when you're only half way up, you're neither up n0or down.

I have to admire your keeping at this - third major revision if memory serves. Almost like Whitman kept at Leaves of Grass and probably shouldn't have. Still elusive. Meanings in murky canal water.

I like "Buried bones in coloured spines." and, "immortalized on diseased elm . . . where fading names reside"

This is my one hundreth poem on the site! Under three pseudonyms of course! Keep on keepin' on.

it was good, liked it, -10-

What the fuck was that?

Yes, I do, two.