commute

Why? because you told me about yourself and failed to connect to me..."commute"? Where am I in this? Okay, you had a rough time, boo-hoo, we all do, Suggestion, at the end, write, "And you too will do this again..." :)

Nestle Quick made bunnymugs too pour in hot water and the heat would turn the opaque window into the Nestle Quick bunny didnt even have to add the hot chocolate!! but it sure helped Ground hogs eh? I hitch hiked once north from Toronto and sat taking a break on a grassy little grade like the groundhog watching endless hours of traffic flow past like the great Buffalo migrations of the Midwest hours??? I think I know what the groundhog was laughing at Your poetry is very in depth and made me think long to get to the meat and bones of its meaning I am glad I studied this humourus and daily event

The isolation and despair are very strong, as is the sense of routine become a trap. I like the repetition, how it reinforces the emotions. Respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race

and full of intelligence, but seems to need that extra "something" to connect the pieces. It's strange, because I've lived this, but I just didn't live this poem. Perhaps it's just me, I admit, but I get the feeling you could make it much more personal. 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

sometimes I'm writing a poem, and only later do I say to myself "wow, you know I wrote that just to write that..." if that makes sense. I don't know if that's what happened here or not.We all have them :) 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

its so damned subtle it drew me in mesmerizing me the whole poem the groundhog laughs his den of inequity unchanged for millenium and in a thousand lifetimes generations of grounhogs the buggy has replace the super ego buggy the megolithic off road SUVs swishing past like the quiet zen of the small and effecient the groundhog needs just his garden of fat dandylions and they will grow for him and fat grasses in meridian places in swooped off ramp luxurie we have built his/her new forever and when our cars have dined on the fats of the ancestors to groundhogs the silence will return and the groundhogs will then hear again the falling wing of the hawk and they will mulitiply and it will be good! this is a graphic poem that I love as an artist and a poet

one year five months later "swish swish" for me its a joy reading it again but thats me I Love POetry especially this poets work Esker~

well worth it