Bailey's Basement

You out-did yourself again. I love this. I think its going to be one of my favorite's. The old horse in the basement he used to ride, puzzles. Play soldiers laying on the floor. Sounds like he is growing up. But maybe wishes to ride the horse once again to be a cowboy. Patty

I absolutely adore "where cobweb lay their heads" What an absolutely fantastic line! Great job here. gotta be a 5! Respectfully, Rett: "We can all be thankful that Picasso wasn't a plastic surgeon." Rett

Reminds me of the in-law's basement. 3 of the 4 walls have bookcases floor to ceiling crammed with books, Dad's train set (he collects) neatly set up on the floor, several of the boys' toys around. It's funny, because all of their boys are grown and moved out, but there are baby things all over because of our neice now. Mom even commented that it was strange having girl things around! Not too much pink in 3 boys' bedrooms....until now! LOL! Wait until Bailey starts filling his basement with big boy toys.... car parts, bike parts, engine lift, old transmissions - *sighs* ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- - "Everyone needs to believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer!" - "Due to budget cutbacks, the light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off."

Deeply immersed aside the fallen rooks, abused pawns, and aching resemblance of plastic soldiers. Cobwebs of memories as misty and defiled as books abandoned, among unread words. Lifeless seems never meant whole here. Puzzles are drawn instead within tilted shelves beckoning deeper to lay our heads in witness of Bailey's basement. One's compelled to glance again and take once more the immortality of childhood dreams. lovely.

Each time I read, I find that every line is a masterpiece. Where cobwebs lay their Heads. Great line Patty

Yet another awesome piece from a gifted poet. I absolutely loved it. Great Janice. Your friend always ... Leonard

It is a pleasure to be back and reading poetry to such a high standard. Janice - this is brilliant. Fantastic imagery - you took me there. definitely one of my favourites. Kaz It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.

fantastic poem there is rusting and fading a wild horse tangled in vine ridden by myself and my child of mine (shes now seventeen I have a photo of me at age two on it) You are a great writer and poetess this is a favourite

Smiles:) Barbara this a really good one, I like the flow here. just one suggestion .I think if you put spaces between stanzas the images would be more crisp with a precise mental picture for me.then thats just me. all in all the rhythm is perfect making it an enjoyable read.

a lovely representation of a chaotic playroom although children's rooms never seem to become less chaotic with time just the nature of the play things changes lol. The opening with the high plains drifter and red horse threw me a little because they immediately evoked memories of the Clint Eastwood films which, particularly "Paint the town Red" are somewhat violent so i was thinking this was a somewhat older reminscent boy, but i suspect you merely had simple images of cowboys and indians in your mind. Keith

illustrate in your poetry with a visualistion that has an immense grip or pull, if you like Janice-how do you do it! This has an extremely professional quality, that i feel you have written with intent a good poem without in part its rhythmn-i make the mistake of writing poetry without maintaining its rhythmn and unfortunately send them into competitions- i will need to put on my thinking cap-my sincerest regards to you Janice.also excuse in part some poor writing here-pinksheep

Well done ! Very good write. Best weshes, Cindy

Smiles:) Barbara Now that my mind is free of some of its clutter from yesterdays stressful day. I can now get the sense with out the pause of spaces.Your image well described nice write flow well.

This is great, and one of your better works, a whole new subject and I love it.