Forms of "to be" in poetry

Its good to see someone has a bit of fun now and then among all the serious poems, and this is fun. I might even have taken the fun a little further and called it "I are, you be", or something like that, just to entice the reader with this little bit of nonsense, as it is close to a nonsense rhyme without being one. Rhythm and language, I might have left the "but" out before "they go on"...The end I found was all right but could have had a slightly more absurd reality, I am not sure what, but I would have liked to have ended laughing. Hope that's all right to say, just my thoughts at the moment. Yours Ann of Norway

Sha, i think you convey your point well in this clever little piece and for me you raise some interesting questions. is there scope for individuality in fashion? do you lose sense of self by 'appeasing the latest trends'? Also it evokes for me a familiar struggle, just to remain in the now! to allow myself just 'to BE' and back we are to that all important verb!! :) A good read! Nice job Sha. much love b x

*"I see changes come but they go on- like seasons rolling by, timeless." I like this comparison. A particular season is time limited but the cycle of seasons is timeless, like a particular self is time limited while the cycle of selves continues. *"it begins with “I can” and ends with “I’m not.”" -- you've strayed a bit from "to be" here. I think you're doing a good job with this but it could benefit from expansion - the future tense, and oh! the subjunctive, etc. I love this theme and have written a couple of poems on it myself.

or not. I liked this. I don't really get your point. but I did enjoy it. " I flaunt the “are’s” and “am’s.” Leave the “were’s” to the “has been’s-“ " wonderful wording. kudos, beautiful poem. --> "I have opinions of my own, strong opinions, but I don't always agree with them." - George W. Bush <--

Stream of consciousness is much under-rated. It also reveals a high degree of intelligence. I sometimes get accused of being coldly intellectual in my poetry, I respond but isn't it fun? Better than sudoku or scrabble. Yet you give more here, a genuine existential dilemma, may you eat your breakfast stright from the frypan, cheers, Jess Forever unwrapping the eternal present.