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I longed for home so I left Wisconsin and came back...

I love the opening dialogue because we don't quite know who is speaking or where we are until the last stanzas--so that made it an interesting conversation. I did like the wryness of 'a cosmos much more intricate than it used to be when I was six..."--How true! Then they went and did away with ...

Lovely Macro shot...the color is very rich.

Here is an updated photo. Its been awhile--of course, I wish I had an updated poem for all of you but I've been in a perpetual slump for two years...

Absolutely an amazing shot! Definitely a keeper.

I met Ella Fitzgerald once in her dressing room at Chautauqua Lake, NY. I was only 16 at the time and had no idea what I was really experiencing. Yeah, misspelled youth or youth is wasted on the young!

Cheers,
Kim

Wow that was a long time ago Geoff! It actually is a very accurate rendering of camping with my parents. I was 11 or 12 at the time and of course mad at my mother for being my mother. Yet it was always mixed. I envied her beauty in my disappointment with my awkward phase. My father said once that th...

Awww, Oskar! You are making me blush...

Geoff, I will make sure I do both of those this week but today not so good. I have an awful head cold and sound like a mix of Lauren Bacall and Ernest Borgnine. LOL!

Cheers,
Kim

Thats fine--no problems with Kim.
lol

Cheers,
'julia'

No worries--I looked for it today but figured you were busy.

Cheers,
Kim

Ben,
I did as you requested....it just only took me a year!

Cheers,
Kim

Elph, Because I am not aware of the history behind the poem I took it as a relationship that didn't go 'bad' in the sense of a disaster but a slow eroding over time. Anis Nin once said: "Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blin...

Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow.”

And here I thought it was a poem about Bodkin!


Cheers,
Kim

It is dawn in Duck Bay, on a Sunday so if you have something to say then say it straight. I will not wait for your emissaries Direct and to the point--'dawn and Duck Bay' was only the beginning to some great assonance going on in this poem. I know my grammar is horrible but I wanted to shoot this o...

Its a story cooked in loss--with an edge. I can see very clearly that the parents came to terms (such as the mother writing her own poem) and the children also, each in their own way. Some children were consoled in part by the inheritance and the writer by giving his father a better tribute--somethi...

OK, if you could pick any parallel universe what would your life look like?



XXX
Kim

Dear Ray, I liked the easy flow of the opening lines. Thought that 'to swerve undisturbed dog excrement' was a bit of a mouthful (no gross pun intended). It wasn't as easy as 'the whoosh of the wind and the unbroken bend". Until the thaw begins, tobogganing's the white-knuckle ride, par excelle...

I'd forgotten about the unlost. I've just posted a poem with 6 un- words in the first 10 lines. I think it's your fault. Ray, I am learning that everything is my fault! But knowing that I have such influence over your mind is reward enough. I will send you one of my subliminal tapes and headphones-...

Thursday sings like a bent wire fence jittering on the wind-cradled moor, like surf running up the strandline, like a climber hanging on the rock face, one leg dangling I think this is a sublime little poem--not sure that 'Thursday' should even be the theme. It seems too ordinary for such a lovely,...

I really like mythology so I looked up what Tuesday might mean and found that the Norse god Tiw was a one armed guy, thus: raised her singlehandedly Tyr (pronounced /ˈtɪər/;[1] Old Norse: Týr [tyːr]) is the god of single combat, victory and heroic glory in Norse mythology, portrayed as a one-handed ...

I solemnly swear that I will come back and do two or three crits since I posted this. I just looked at the clock and realize I have to be to work! Eek!

is the daughter of Tīw, (raised her singlehandedly) who taught her no grace. She surely is not 'fair of face', the poor fugly waif! Tuesday is nobody's baby, least of all Monday (who left her in the lurch between his own haggard bravado and Over-the-Hump Day). She will never be married or go on a jo...

Hurray! So glad to hear the news although I am sure I am late for the party.

That is just wonderful Neil! So happy for you!

Cheers,
Kim