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Thanks, Tracy. It was a small graveside service. Mom was 93 and had been in a memory care facility for a few years with Alzheimer's. The reading went okay. I got through it without wailing, but I did get a little choked up. How are you liking Colorado? We moved to the mountains of NC; I may have tol...

Dave, I really love this poem. The first seven lines are absolutely perfect. I get foggy at "and their better valour and worst doubt." I think it is a little vague/lofty. Maybe you could be more specific as you are with the rest of the lines. The last lines are just as perfect as the first lines. Gr...

Thank You, Gyppo! You're a saint. Great advise.

I know, I don't deserve a poem critique because I have been MIA pretty much since this site was founded. But I am asking anyway. My mother passed away, and we "kids" have been asked to write something to read at the graveside service this weekend. This is my poem for her. It needs help. I promise to...

Thanks All. This, obviously, was a quick ditty to help populate the board.

Signed, Bug

Bugged

Pinned, backside down,
against foam core
white as a lab coat,
limbs flailing in air,
antennae groping
for direction.
Missing a vital organ,
the pin holds securely
while the thrashing
will last till starvation.

I meet him where the salt marsh sucks the earth, a silver day of rain, no tourists. We are peach against the livid sawgrass, his eyes a riptide, pulling: danger for the swimmer, caution. What is this quality of light? We speak of boats, or clamming, small talk swept away on stinging winds. His smil...

I, too, really enjoyed this!

I especially liked, "a caw of crows in snow" and "Silently
we score her a perfect ten."

All these snow poems ... maybe this 30+ temperature will start to feel more inviting.

Kate

As usual, I'm late to the party. Actually, that's not true, I am usually early everywhere I go. Especially to parties. But I have been neglecting my poetess responsibilities and inclinations for several months now. (A year, you say?) I intend to remedy that, but this is the season where I am gone a ...

What a happy place to reconnect with the poet regulars of days of yore! Catherine, from the temporary site, you wrote: "PS: what is a field trial ? I imagine some poor man accused of murder being judged in the middle of the USA Great Plains, crows croaking above his head, waiting for him to hang on ...