red robin

I love the: "Spring is a crazed crescendo under the weight of white magnolia blossoms" and the robin bathing in all those greens, a pallete I used that when I was standing on top of a Norwegian mountain, not remote and harsh, but one where you could easily see down to the blue-lakes below and the red-farm and the golden yellow field of rape, and the purple birches, and the olive-pines and thought that the TROLLS must have come out at night and used these palettes to paint the Nordic fairy tales on the landscape, for those with eyes to read them. And we in our comfortable communication can be unaware of all the terrors that our primitive brain cooks up for us in other places, we would all wish that the positive we send out helps, our words wash understanding on those that suffer in this world and abruptly stop the tyrants from their excesses. We pray we can do this. Ann of Norway (Peaceful, comfortable, natural Norway!!)

A wonderful write. I sooo approve of the subject matter. This piece's esp. appropriate given its author lives in Cleveland (I assume from your profile). Minor tweaks suggested by Mr. Nitpicker (apologies proffered along with, of course): [A] red robin bathes Capitalizing the "a" makes consistent with the rest of the piece's beginnings-of-stanzas. I wonder[,] how often can a human prepare to die? The question starts with "how." "I wonder" is a statement properly requiring a period at its end. The inserted comma allows for what follows to end in a question mark. I pick Bukowski from my internal dialogue[;] it is here he spreads words like fire, poems like dandelions. I like a semicolon at the end of the first line of this particular stanza. I think the comma's not strong enough. I'm so glad you're here. You enrich the site. And you are one of the best anchors, I think, it could possibly hope for. Yours, Chuck

Love this elegant piece,I see you took chucks nitpicking on board, and wonder if somewhere between the neon and the fizz you might look at this, I think, Spring, a crazed crescendo runs well and seems to connect better with the ending of the stanza. But thats me. Craig

I so agree with your last few words....too many genocides. Munich did not get Demjanjuk yesterday I wonder, how often can a human prepare to die? Making that my fave part of the poem. It just rings too true and powerfully. I sit here listening to Nickelback "If Everyone Cared"..."If they could love like you and me/Imagine what the world could be..." Well, says everything. A beautiful write, stunning imagery and a powerful theme. Peace N Love Katie Go Live & Get Rewarded- If you haven't signed up for Rewards yet, please do so at: www.neopoet.com/rewards

I'm writing to let you know I've read this, and enjoy something about it. However, I feel before I can make any knowledgeable comments I must read it a few more times until I get a better understanding of the poem. So, you've intrigued me, and will be hearing back from me. R.T.

Ok, I'm back already. I suppose you've done what you intended. I am now aware of the situation with Demjanjuk, in which I did not know until I googled him after reading your poem. So, surface level, besides your intentions to entertain us through your poetry, your intentions were to make us aware of the situation, but consider it's absurdity as we are putting so much energy in trialling this one guy, when their are genocides currently happening in several parts of the world. I love the way in which you set up your stanzas. The first is an image from spring, second a current event, third spring again, and a stanza on your source of inspiration. This poem is clever. There are many pregnant ideas in each of your lines, and I am still attempting to figure it all out.