The Reading Room

I like this poem, even though I believe the moment closes the circle of life by feeding us in in return. I applaud, however, the elevated presentation of the poem, the playfulness of words, the the serious transitoriness with which you face life. Really a poetic work of the best kind, a universal cry, a wonderful study of uncertainty. Sincerely, Hugo

Richard, You certainly do have a way with words. Great piece, indeed. it could be all about you but you are super-naturally twisted and so willingly inept I love these lines. Sue Hope you don't mind if I add you to my buddy list.

Some awesome thoughts, lines as usual. A couple of places where the flow, imo, not quite right: *super* impedes the flow and isn't necessary. and musics *unbound* is sufficient. (ed) red-faced? ~A

This one sounds as if your feed up, not sure what of but its a great play on words and I loved the last stanza, so many people feed for the moment and forget to revel in it while they are there,because once its gone its just a memory or another poem ... loved this one great write ... love and higgest bugs Jayne x x

I love the way you have written this. The followers and the greedy leaders, the needy and the ass lickers, the self absorbed, just to put a few, lol. You have put a lot into this short write and u are right. Now I hope I have given you just a wee bit of feed for your ego, you deserve it. Lol. Love Lyz. XX

your opening lines! Sheep...wolf... what a concept, I couldn't stop laughing. Maybe the poem would have even more impact if you created a whole zoo? I'd stick to the structure of your first stanza and try to describe every "person" as a kind of animal. E.g. geese, foxes, peacocks, doves... just throwing out a few ideas. Yours, ~Nina

You do have a way of cutting through the crap. So sad, but true, these lines: but the splatter-ass day won’t allow direction and what do simple croppings matter we’re only here to feed the moment I always love your blunt truth and 'what's it all about, Alphie?' viewpoint. Yours, Deelilah

and you get five stars from me, even if you don't want them, LOL. In these lines, which I very much liked: I could speak about sheep but religions bore me perhaps a word about the wolf but I’m not hungry Having grouped the line about the wolf in with religious sheep, makes me think that you are bored with gobbling up/out reasoning with closed minded religious fanatics and would rather have something less dry and tastier to chew on/think about. (Really like this idea) The rest of the poem is excellent, too. Always, Cat

I love your whimsical heart that meanders where it will, every read I grow more fond of you even when you're blowing steam. I hope the world is throwing you less curly ones today Richard... even though it's entertaining for us when it does! That last stanza is a killer I must admit... felt slapped in the face a bit by it, but sadly true... all the more reason to enjoy the moment however... Bahhhh bahhh Much love to you quiet creeper upper of under skinness Cheers Anni~ "When we feel love and kindness toward others, it not only makes others feel loved and cared for, but it helps us also to develop inner happiness and peace". H.H. the Dalai Lama

I like it! Excellent little draft of cynicism again Richard! You're so good at it - I think I'll quaff this one down... with a cool G & T to follow! lol Boni

Richard, dear, after reading it again, I don't know if you changed anything, or should have. Damn it must be me, parasyllabic pretentious poetic ego that I am, nor can I spell supercalifragilisticexpialidotcious without help from Mr. Google. (Which is quite a reading room in Richad's mind.) ;-)

your words resound with power and depth I love the first stanza, clever and captivating the sheep, the wolf I actually did use them in a recently written poem ;) your voice has become stronger and at the same time more elegant I don't know how you do it but you do it so very well! your Proprietress

Richard Well this is the place I know of the day you are having as it seems to be most day for me too Loved the last stanza the best Always Electric Blue