Back to Memphis

Been reading so much of your novel I didn't realize how much I missed your poems!!!!! Love this one, almost has an old song feel to it. Groovy. Definately one of my faves from you, my friend. Peace N Love Katie

Hey Rett, I liked this it sort of warmed me even though it is sad on the surface, it had a lovely familiarity of comfort, I hope that's alright, I mean when we're sad we call up those spells don't we... I kept getting snippets of songs (of course I would I have a billion songs in my head being a singer that cover so many genres)... "Stars shining bright above you - night breezes seem to whisper - I love you Birds singing in the sycamore tree dream a little dream of me" & "It's a marvellous night for a moondance neath the stars up above in the sky..." There were a ton of them, every coupe of lines, old bluesy things that warm me as well as these classics... Not suggesting you were plagiorising, just there were ghosts of familiar senses in there that really added warmth & hope to that sad place the words were painting. Hope all is well Rett Take care ~ Anni ~~~ "Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving". ~Kahlil Gibran

now I see what you meant when you said your poem was bluesy. I finally was able to catch up with your novel there... I can't wait for the book to come out! ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- - "Atheism is a non-prophet organization" - George Carlin -"Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things" - George Carlin

Masterful and magnificent, Rett! One can almost hear Robert Johnson or Muddy Waters actually singing this! Bravo, my friend!

Rett, my friend, I can't see you blue. I liked this poem though. "Hold me sweet mama Give me all your love I need you beside me Sure as the stars above" Just loved it. Your pen is blessed my friend, you can write so beautifully on every subject. Sincerely, Wafi

I detect writing improvement weaving/threading---and I don't mean drunkenly---from begin to now in your sojourn here at neopoet. Nice to see. I particularly enjoy this piece. It's worth a few extra reads. And of course I'd sing it ... if only I could sing. Or if anyone could stand for my attempt. Thanx, Chuck

I too like the bluesy feel in this poem. Brings to mind a picture of someone long gone, hitchhiking home and feeling very much alone. A lost soul looking for comfort and weary of his traveling about. Very nicely written Rett. Great rhyme, it flows smoothly along, just like the ‘ole Mississippi. Always, Tonya

I especially liked this one because it had that sad bluesy feel, something I've tried to achieve in some piano bar scenes. Can’t seem to find tomorrow Sun doesn’t want to rise Sitting beside the highway Sleep running from my eyes This verse I like expecially--but it is sad. I see this sort of scene from time to time driving down the interstate. I agree with Chuck. I don't know if you got better, probably some, but I see a progression of styles and experimentation and thought. Yours, Deelilah

Rett, Enjoyed this one. I could tell it came from your experiences on the road, and your longing for a place to call home. ____________________________________________________ Income-tax forms should be more realistic by allowing the taxpayer to list "Uncle Sam" as a dependent Anonymous