Fragile the Shovels

you know how much I love this piece for its flow and imagery!!! Thanks for posting it, Ink

wir werden albern...familiar feeling, just without the dice... Miss you, Ink

like the line fragile shovels reminds me of grave robbers for medical schools using wooden spades for silent digging being an old construction worker for some years I never thought all that digging could be thought of as an analogy for buried lives layers of shed skins once owned like uniforms set aside as one climbed ranks growing through fashion rock punk goth industrial books on a shelf Kafka Jung Orwell Morrison William Burroughs Anne Sexton I love your rythymn in your poems and your analogies are bang on nice descriptions beautiful descriptions

The first three lines tell of your masterly handlings. good

fragile the shovels... this poem is what poetry is about! wonderful flow and as it fell off the tongue (even mine) without any effort and leaving me with images dancing through my mind... a treat for me to read... thank you! Richard

I love it Proprietress! The first four lines just 'fall of the tongue' as Richard beautifully put it ('Tomorrow will meet you in yesterday's teacup' reminded me a bit of "My scream got lost in a paper cup" , you know what I mean ; ) And the last stanza is so beautiful in its imagery and meaning. You've got a way with metaphors, always. You are a POETESS!! ~Stella

I´m thinking of you... ~Nina

line you have here--"don’t you stop breathing with tears to be shed"-- affirming life and the necessity of maintaining it through the very pain attendant upon it. here i can say without false flattery: "i wish i'd written that line." i see this is as a dire comment on mortality ending in the affirmative--very imagistic and well structured. neat job. gb

line you have here--"don’t you stop breathing with tears to be shed"-- affirming life and the necessity of maintaining it through the very pain attendant upon it. here i can say without false flattery: "i wish i'd written that line." i see this is as a dire comment on mortality ending in the affirmative--very imagistic and well structured. neat job. gb

What more can I say that the others haven't, except that it shows such a breadth of character, the comic, the bizarre, the sensitive and the plebian and more, all mixed in their kaleidoscope of sounds, rhythms and strangely evocative meanings. Oh its just wonderful stuff. Dear you I am glad I found your poetry love from Ann

but have been unable to find the words to praise it as it deserves. I still am speechless, and marvel at your way with words, even the title! I apologize for such a empty review of one of the best pieces I have ever read on this site. Bravo, and I will return when I do find the proper words. Tom

see up there, the exclamation point? That's my review. Of course, that would be insufficient, but so would any words I could muster up, alas, let me make an attempt. The cunning intellect you write your poetry with requires more than one reading. You have such a natural, and smooth rhyme scheme here which is not apparent looking at the piece the first time. But wow, it's there in vivid color. You descend the piece into a brilliant faux stream of conciousness while maintaining complete authority and control over it. This piece is yours, undeniably. I was trying to figure out whose style your writing reminds me of, and I'm actually leaning toward Kurt Colbain and a little bit of Roger Waters, quietly intense, moody, and intelligent. Mark W. Galatians 5:22-23 "22 But the Holy Spirit produces this kind of fruit in our lives: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness, and self-control. Against these, there is no law!" My favorite verse(s) in the Bible

Kata You have such an insite too my friend the way you cast your magic spells in this mystical web. Words woven amazing my friend. Places and traces of far away faces Oh do I know what this is like as I am there now. Just love the third stanza I travel the universe and fly amongst the stars Don't stop breathing with tears to be shed Your words flow freely images appear You take my breath away my friend. Electric blue

Oh how well you use imagery to bring to our attention how tiny we are in the whole field of manifestation. I love the lines about Mars and Saturn, they let us know how fragile we are...

With such pleasure then I came to the last line and swopped two words round in my mind, I just mention it in case its worth ...... If it read ...."..., which once we have led. I feel it would have a more poetic swing, I didn't react like that the first time I read it earlier but today. You are great dear Proprietress love Ann of Norway

dangerously good. i feel like singing, which i am not very good at. pleaaase more of this!

finally! I read so many rhyming poems and they just don't "do it" for me. this is phenomenal! when I read rhyme, I want to feel the way I feel when I read Yeats. I felt that way with this piece. :) thank you for posting this and making me smile. it is beautiful.

Just add my thought for today Kata, "..his fingers they waver a shadow, which slowly steps out of my eyes" O what a wonderful moment when the shadow steps out of your eyes. This is still good, very good. My love to you and I'm glad o see you back in the fold, Ann of Norway.

Germany, Kata and this poem... I think the fates were kind to me for having missed it until now. I am wordless now. ~A There are no strangers in Paradise.