Tue 2nd Feb 2010 20:47
Awww,lovely...bring on the spring!
Comment is about Botany (blog)
Original item by Ann Foxglove
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 20:36
Oh My Word! I have only just spotted the person in the grass on your photo....that is amazing!
Comment is about Ann Foxglove (poet profile)
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 19:58
Thanks for your comment on my poem, it's much appreciated. I do feel that Hourglass is already as it should be but it is good to know that you saw enough in it to pay it more attention! thanks.
Comment is about Hourglass (blog)
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 19:10
Ta Stef - happy Imbolc to you and your good lady. xx
Comment is about The Candle Game (blog)
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 18:22
Hi Ania . welcome to WOL. Have fun exploring the site. keep posting. Win
Comment is about Ania Printcez (poet profile)
Original item by Ania Printcez
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 18:01
Hi David... well,look what happens. you go away for a weekend and everything goes on without you. lol. Offical welcome to WOL from me and yes, you seem to be finding your way around the site. there are lots of aspects to it and it takes time. have fun exploring and leaving comments etc. Thanks for being an active member already. Win
Comment is about David Cooke (poet profile)
Original item by David Cooke
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 17:50
Hi Dana... welcome to WOL. what a great effort to post 4 blogs straigt away. If you fill in your profile details people will recognise you better. comment on other blog entries and people generally respond. Liked the rhythm in 'conceptual' a struggle through life. win
Comment is about dana langland (poet profile)
Original item by dana langland
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 17:10
and I'm late late late
I'm meeting a pigeon
for a date date date
up the Eifel Tower
and I've brought him a flower
there's a tear in my eye
cos he's lost his pigeon-power.
I used to love him so
how the sparks did flow
but now he's just
Comment is about Come on in and have some fun! (article)
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 16:23
To be honest, I was disappointed with Candelabrum, a scruffy little mag without even a contents list. I only mentioned it to flesh out my thin CV. Unlike yours!
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 15:43
Hi Greg Glad you like Dylan and Coltrane. I've tuned in and out of Dylan over the decades. I tend to have fanatical phases and get him out of my system until I play catch-up again a few years later, although judging by his last couple of offerings I think we've had the best of him. Stereogram was the first poem I wrote after my 'sabbatical' which lasted for more than 20 years. It's about Dylan but it's also sort of about me. I've always loved the blues since I was a kid got into jazz in my very early 20s. I've written the odd jazz inspired poem every now and then. I've had a collection of poems sat in a drawer all the years I stopped writing. Slow Blues is probably now the final title, but it refers to the mood of the poems. There are lots of poems in memory of my father + the poems examined my lapsed Catholicism. The Coltrane poem will be in it, though. I'll post a couple more from my first collection. One on Charlie Parker and a little one on Miles. BY the way well done for getting into Candelabrum. I sent him some stuff over a year ago and the so and so never even got back to me!
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 14:59
All your poems are of exceptional quality, but I was particularly interested in the ones about Dylan and Coltrane. OK, the Dylan had a wider feel, but I wonder if your forthcoming collection Slow Blues features more poems with musical themes. It's something that interests me. I was playing some early Dylan the other day and he sounded as fresh as ever. The later Dylan sounds more like Tom Waits. Nothing wrong with that, though. Greg
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 14:52
I see. That branch of my family were from Callington and Duloe. I explored tin-mines when we used to go camping in Cornwall, I found a piskie..
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 14:33
Hi again Anne, are you from Cornwall? that's weird..have been tracing my family tree and my maternal grandfathers'family are all from Cornwall, going back a long way. Sea-people. : )
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 14:29
Hi Dave, thank you for your kind and thoughtful comments on my poem Spinerette. You are right, it isn't in the word book but it is real,she is real,to me. She comes from Cornwall or Brittany but as both people's are connected originally she must be from both. She is not a spider-woman but has qualities of a spinneret,(which a spider does possess) being that she draws out my feelings and emotions like silk.thanks again : ) Debz xx
Comment is about Dave Bradley (poet profile)
Original item by Dave Bradley
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 14:16
"he that dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose."
I love this one Anne. I send you a briar hedge to stop such people stealing your precious wildflowers.Some can charm the blossom from the trees and then just crush it underfoot.Some just never see the lovely columbines in the shade.Hope you get happy bees and warm sunshine in your rare garden once the sun returns.Debz x
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 14:10
My new persona is the mud maid from the Lost Gardens of Heligan in Cornwall. More photos of her if you google mud maid, I think. I love her! xx
Comment is about Winston Plowes (poet profile)
Original item by Winston Plowes
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 14:08
Hi Ann.. Indeed it is a buttery man lol.win
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 14:06
Hi Dave . Liked this one. A great subject...I like these places but intend to stay above ground for some time yet. win
Comment is about Kids in a cemetery (blog)
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 14:00
Thanksfor keeping an eye on my toast Dave. I do like real butter, and real ale and salt. Is eating all this ok if I also eat lots of fruit and vege? I hope so!lol
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 13:59
Hi Anne, Happy Imbolc..slightly belated : ))
Thank you for your kind comments on Spinerette. You are correct, spiders are possessed of spinneret's, but the one in my poem although being posessed of some of the attributes of these fascinating little organs, is not one of them. She is someone who draws out silk in her own way...I think she is from Cornwall..or Brittany...a Celt of the ancient race of which the two countries are connected. Thanks again,Debz xx
hi Ann. Thanks for lookin at my toast! Where is the sculpture in your new profile pic... its amazing!
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 13:58
I've read this over and over again and each time i read, i see more.
Love the visuals, colours and scents in this one. It reminds me a little of 'The Secret Garden.'
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 13:57
Thanks for reading and commenting on 'Pelt'. Glad you liked it. I have just got back from a weekend away on 'The Dinosaur coast' In a village called Staithes(Near Whitby) I have also changed the pic on the blog entry to one of mine which shows the view from the holiday cottage 2 nights ago. A stunning place. As a lad we used to get gypsies selling pegs door to door. These were made of whittled sticks bound together with strips of metal cut from tins (they were pretty useless actually) Yes the word Pelt struck me as relating to both new skin and the rain and it's also a great word. Win x
Comment is about Cynthia Buell Thomas (poet profile)
Original item by Cynthia Buell Thomas
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 13:54
Hi Neil... Thanks for reading and commenting on 'Pelt'. Glad you liked it. Ihave just got back from a weekend away on 'The Dinosaur coast' In a village called Staithes(Near Whitby) I have also changed the pic on the blog entry to one of mine which shows the view from the holiday cottage 2 nights ago. A stunning place. Cheers Win
Comment is about Nells (poet profile)
Original item by Nells
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 13:52
Hi Rodney... Thanks for reading and commenting on 'Pelt'. Glad you liked it. Ihave just got back from a weekend away on 'The Dinosaur coast' In a village called Staithes(Near Whitby) I have also changed the pic on the blog entry to one of mine which shows the view from the holiday cottage 2 nights ago. A stunning place. win
Comment is about Rodney Wood (poet profile)
Original item by Rodney Wood
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 13:45
Really lovely poem Dave. xx
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 13:36
Aw Stef, this is really quite sad yet poignant.
I love the last stanza because to me the ghost is the memory evoking the feelings from the life remembered.
Comment is about Beloved (blog)
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 13:35
sorry to bug you Win, but did you get my email about a new member? annxx
Comment is about Winston Admin (Membership) (poet profile)
Original item by Winston Admin (Membership)
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 13:33
I loved this Rachel. Anything which makes us stop and really appreciate kids, or (especially) an individual child, is worth having, and this does it so well. One to keep in the scrapbook and show her when her own jungli is driving her mad in a few years time.
Comment is about For You. (blog)
Original item by Rachel McGladdery
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 13:21
I enjoyed the simplicity of this piece which for me reflects some of the things children represent in life.
I too want my 'shell' to be cremated because I believe the soul lives on, though it would be a shame to see cemetaries a thing of the past as I love to walk around them. They can be so very peaceful.
You paint a lovely picture here.
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 12:27
hi Kath... absolutely loved this one. Just had a play with it and removed some words. Not because I thought it needed it but as a bit of an exercise to see how it looks. what do you think? I must find time to look at your others. Keep posting. Win x
rejected before she could give any cause.
needle highs surround her as the stale air hangs,
yesteryear music plays while
dust floats aimlessly in the sun.
emptiness echoes sorrow
while the outside tells it's lies
and people pass.
She came of age before her time,
to whispers of threat and promise.
too early for her to understand,
she kept it buried.
She was me and her life was mine.
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 12:24
"When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.."
I like your meandering thoughts Dave.I also like the idea of children playing around my grave. I used to play in graveyards, never really knew why but the headstones used to fascinate me. Some among the outer edges in long grass,uncared for,lonely,ancient and timeworn,sometimes surrounded with tiny unmarked headstones,others cold,intimidating marble with formal borders. Some were like stone coffins above the ground,the tops slightly open..I suspected vampires..Thank you for this thought provoking poem this morning Dave.Debz x
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 12:05
HI Ann, hope you are well.
I love "Botany". It has a really Victorian romantic feel whilst at the same time feeling fresh and modern.
It is a metaphore, I feel, for a love affair and the angst it can bring. Hope you recite it some time and post it.
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 10:20
Hi Mandy Just found your Cow poem on the Features Page and really liked it. By a strange coincidence I have just set up my profile on this site and have also posted a poem about Cows. It's in my blog: Two Poems from the West of Ireland. Enjoy!
Comment is about Mandy Coe (poet profile)
Original item by Mandy Coe
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 08:10
I like this Jeff.
On the last line I think the of should be off and I am not 100% sure the first line is correct also as I am guessing you are saying slowly you become more slurred..
Good stuff otherwise.
Comment is about the sign.... (blog)
Original item by JEFF.W
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 06:39
Thanks for your comment on my Botany poem. I think it is a bit like this poem, both describing the delicacy of nature. You are feeling like a little butterfly and I am feeling like a little flower. Aaah! xx
Comment is about Butterfly (blog)
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 06:29
Ann, i really like this one, i was only thinking of bluebell fields the other day and how beautiful they are, this reminded me of that x
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 06:28
Thank you, Ann x
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 06:04
Excellent poem Rach, speaks to all mothers, esp nowadays! The child is beautifully described, really comes alive. xx
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 06:01
A lovely poem Kath. Really beautiful! xx
Patricia and Stefan Wilde
Tue 2nd Feb 2010 00:19
Good morning Mummy Rach-indeed this poem denotes what kind of Mummy you are-a very loving one-and on that denotation,I shall gerrnite! Stefzzzzzzzzz-xx
Mon 1st Feb 2010 23:06
Oh! What an eye-sore
obscuring the countryside.
Reminds of a sight
I have always wanted to see.
Did someone turn the world around
to bring the Eiffel Tower to me?
and was it transported by train
through the Euro-tunnel?
Is the crackle and buzz I hear
electricity? or communication,
from an unknown source.
Or static as the robbers'
peel their nylon stocking masks
revealing lies upon their faces.
While a homing pigeon,
lost in chaos and confusion rests
upon a ledge, bridging a gap
between two worlds.
Mon 1st Feb 2010 22:38
Ah, how sweet of you Dermot.
Comment is about Dear Dermot (article)
Mon 1st Feb 2010 20:19
Well I don't feel bad for either of them - I think the two twats deserved each other and are probably making each other very miserable as we speak...You and I are much better off without! Unless you are one of the twats of course... One never knows what angle a poem has been written from...
Comment is about You Made Risotto, You Twat. (blog)
Mon 1st Feb 2010 20:05
So it wasn't always twat.... the same thing nearly happened to me once - but it wasn't a serious relationship and my friend bottled out of the doing the dirty before it went too far, realising that true friendship isn't worth risking. It was a horrible blow to my confidence though - at a time when my confidence was pretty zilch anyway. I feel for you/him. x
Mon 1st Feb 2010 18:38
Comment is about ghosts poem (blog)
Original item by nick armbrister
Mon 1st Feb 2010 16:51
Just saw your wonderful Cow poem, congrats on Poem of the Month. It is incredibly well observed, and you have truly made the cow a monumental creature. xx
Mon 1st Feb 2010 14:31
Felt I was making the journey with you. I've travelled on the North York Moors a few times many years ago, and believe it's one of the most romantic of our preserved railways. Greg
Comment is about NYMR (blog)
Original item by John Coopey
Mon 1st Feb 2010 14:29
How could you possibly blog something at ten to midnight on the last day of the month, Star Garter? Did you not really want it to be read?
Human relationships are incredibly complex - often sad and disappointing as your poem reflects... An interesting but sad one. x
Mon 1st Feb 2010 13:49
damn good poem, hope you don't get hurt
Comment is about incantation (blog)
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