we are the fringe people, scarlet, Haiti

It is not until we stand at the precipice and see whats down there that we wake up and smell the coffee .... I am in awe of this write ... one day I am going to write like you with a freedom without doubt ... I peel off a layer every poem I write layers of doubt line my wake into the light of truths and you've helped me do that with all my love and admiration Jayne-Chloe x x x

We both posted political poems today at around the same time!!! The last three are my favourite out of the four. but you can see that the first was writen in raw reaction to what happened. I have so much anger over how the people of new orleans were treated after Katrina. I felt sickened by the govenments lack of help and responce. I've been bad. i haven't watched telly or looked at the news for days. I haven't been out of the house actually so I am going to look up the earth quake now. some of what you have written is beautiful in its eloquance and imagery. love Vix xx

How timeous! There I was frantically scribbling down something on the very subject which I intend to post tonight! It shows that we are all, somehow kindred spirits - although my work on this subject will never hope to align itself with the calibre of your own! Excellent work! Thanks Bonita j

My favorite poem was the one about the beautiful bird. I haven't watched the news since Saturday morning so I am quite ignorant of this new heart-wrenching disaster. My heart goes out to them, and a donation, too. Now I'm off to see where it can be sent. Your poems brought tears. Always, Cat

we are the fringe people, how true!

...and yet, stirring write. I applaud thee ! I am afraid that we may end up with even more "shadow people"! (My latest poem) Bully, of a good job ! "Write on"! sincerely, #{:-{)}8==== docmaverick.

All poems were beautiful and written well. We just watched a program a couple of nights ago about, Surviving Katrina. Very sad and what they had gone through after was devastating. And for Haiti, my heart bleeds. Not a large place and so many lives destroyed. I loved your poem titled Scarlet. All good pieces. Love Lyz. XX

Oh oriental lady Anna, you are the genii in the lamp of our imaginations and with the paint brush of the eastern tales brush before us the songs of birds, the delicate and tender, the fragile and beautiful, the meditational stance, quiet, still, silent........................when just before you crashed the page with words like pistol shots of pain, reverberating through our minds in thunderous meanings, the devastation and deprivation of poorer souls than us are smitten with this doomsday within our comfortable lives watching broadcast horrors, screams. The first stanza is so vividly descriptive, so potently seen, felt, expressed, this is wonderfully said dear Anna,how proud I am to be in any way called your sister. Part 2 is so beautiful it makes me think of Leonardo Da Vinci who bought caged birds in order to set them free. "your own rib-cage
 that held me
prisoner," part 3 "carrying
the shining moon 
and the song of the loon," So exquisitely lovely, this sight and feel of wings and green grass combined with the melancholy sound of the loon, it continues its echo though the rest of your poem, like a long wail of terror never ending. "after the aftershocks 
on which we stand alone with 
both feet on the ground," Oh suffering, life here is cut in two, you wrench the stench of human ignorance and lack of understanding for those in need, and yet what can we do, what do we do to help. I like to think that Norway does what it can, we have few people to do that with, but per capita I think we do quite well in the cause of charity. That makes me glad to feel like a Norwegian. Love to all peoples in distress, all in pain and suffering in this funny old world that we love and sometimes hate. As I said on Bonni's poem man tries but nature wins, but we can try for each other, and win. Ann of Norway.

No amount of words or stars can tell you how I felt of these poems. The birds...how beautiful that appears to me and of course the destitution of the desolate in poor country of Haiti. Anna says it right love to all peopels in distress, all in pain and suffering in this funny world we love...just beautiful here my friend.. Sentiments shared Ms Mona