on Morning City by Jack Diamond
20 Apr 2006, 12:59 PM
The staccato in the beginning is fitting for the sounds you describe. It gives the reader the irritation of disruptive patterns, perfect for the setting of this. Enjoyed.
on Sunday Legs by D. $ Fontera
20 Apr 2006, 12:45 PM
The first stanza had my attention and visuals in a swirl, but the ending wasn't as bold as I was looking forward to.
on Inbetween Lovers/Blueprint by Ranger
6 Apr 2006, 1:48 PM
Rich and vivid, spins a web around the reader ~ you cannot break the silken strands to stop midstream.
on Numbers In Heaven by Dovina
27 Mar 2006, 6:43 AM
Plenty of replies to sift through, interesting and some humorous I must add. My take on this poem is rather simple, that 183 is just that person, that next soul trying to find her own significance in the scheme of things. Aren’t we all? I enjoyed this and appreciated the attempt at defining the importance of being ~ 183, as if a person but taken in numbers.
on Toasting To Our Wedding Night by Beyond_Dreams
27 Mar 2006, 6:21 AM
“wedding night” and “murder” an interesting combination, makes for an interesting poem. It gets a little eerie and ends well ~ much like the combination. Nice format of the stanzas.
replying on The Mirror by TLRufener
26 Mar 2006, 10:01 AM
I like the coupling of your explanation to your poem.. maybe you could add a line in about your mother being in the reflection and not just you..? Just a thought.
on First Snow by http://mulberryfairy
26 Mar 2006, 9:54 AM
I've only seen snow a couple of times in my life, when I visited cousins in Maryland and a ski trip in Colorado.. We had snow the winter before Katrina ~ something rarely seen in New Orleans. I have come to associate one with the other (snow ~ hurricane), oddly enough and hope to never have snow here again.
Though the joy you expressed in this poem makes me long for a mountain trip before it melts.
Though the joy you expressed in this poem makes me long for a mountain trip before it melts.
on Pledge by http://mulberryfairy
26 Mar 2006, 9:39 AM
I found this poem quite fascinating ~ to watch the “me” and “I” disappear, finding a hollow place to hide the emotions and personal experiences.
Also enjoyed reading your response ~ one of my majors back in college years was sociology and I considered the field… but part of what you wrote, the secondary traumatic stress disorder ~ it does take a thick skin and a special person to not internalize the abuse, yet be there for the person. Kudos to you for your chosen career.
Also enjoyed reading your response ~ one of my majors back in college years was sociology and I considered the field… but part of what you wrote, the secondary traumatic stress disorder ~ it does take a thick skin and a special person to not internalize the abuse, yet be there for the person. Kudos to you for your chosen career.
on Office Worker angst by Adriaan
24 Mar 2006, 5:04 PM
Terse fits because it's a feeling that time has been lost, where did it go, how could it be wasted.... Daily hum drum of life and will you look back with regrets. Enjoyed this.
on The Instructor by Alizarin_Crimson
24 Mar 2006, 3:01 PM
Mmmm hmmm... dosh it is... I love to paint and the picture comes to life with the brushstrokes of your words. Paint on.
on I Remembered, Upon Waking by Alizarin_Crimson
24 Mar 2006, 2:56 PM
A haunting quality to knowing the depth of oneself. Very much enjoyed the eerie feel and then wishing never to have known...
(I was drawn to your poetry from your user name, it's a lovely color)
(I was drawn to your poetry from your user name, it's a lovely color)
on I sat beside the night by Niphredil
24 Mar 2006, 2:31 PM
This is absolutely lovely! Night has a certain charm that makes one breath a little easier and you captured it well.
on The Best Thing I Ever Had by faithmairee
24 Mar 2006, 2:22 PM
I have a tender spot for Louisiana and this poem means all the more since Katrina. Enjoyed the southern, sultry feel..