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This Poem was Submitted By: James C. Horak On Date: 2007-06-13 14:11:42 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Petals of Flowers That Fall Upon Touch

Had I some way, parting curtains, dislodging the past from mind anchors, From stolid receptacles doubt plays with untrepidated adventure around corners. Had I but moments to remake, to piece back blunder, clumsily handed searching Down the straps upon a lady's back... The thing I would do, that stands out for me to do...most. To have been a little older, a little more weaned of mother's milk Than to spit the pride of a Mexican waiter's presentation of whipped cream in his face Because it came from a goat.

Additional Notes:
I was ten, had never even tasted of mutton, and had a reflex reaction to the strong taste. The waiter, up until then, had been attentive and kind.

This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2007-06-27 15:49:28
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Oh James how sad fo this to have happened to you at age ten, but look at the end result in which you have brightened the world once more with your pen......loved the read; images are super good and I hope mom did not tip the waiter for being rude to you........life certainly has its ups and downs my friend. Thanks for posting, stay cool.......God Bless, Claire

This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2007-06-27 00:51:50
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.88889
James, Just like you to take a big bite out of life and be unafraid to spit it out at ten years old. I was so covered with rules, I'd never dare to. Your grit is showing! Did you mean clumsily handled/instead of handed? You have the ability/talent to make poetry out of anything. Nice job, lighthearted is good. Dellena

This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2007-06-14 21:36:33
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
James, Rememberances of youth, rights of passage and always there is the awkwardness of the first time, the unpracticed hand, the fumblings of youth and niavate'. A very unique rendering of youths exploits, I assure you that as a woman; we also have our hidden moments but can not recolect such candor. I very much enjoyed this, it brings one to reflect on things of ones self. Thank you for this afternoon delight. Best always, Lora

This Poem was Critiqued By: marilyn terwilleger On Date: 2007-06-14 16:51:18
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hi James....I did the same thing when I tasted goat cheese that a friend gave me. The only difference being that was a week ago and I was in my own kitchen...alone! However, I can't say, with certainty that I wouldn't have done the same in a resturant....it is nasty stuff. I had no inclination when I began to read this poem that it would end the way it did...it was a pleasant surprise and one that made me smile. Your first strophe is very strong and is written with flourish, which you often do. The notion of having moments to remake is wonderful and a line I will remember long after I forget the poem...not that the poem is forgettable but that line is one that is not. I enjoyed this....well done. Marilyn

This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2007-06-14 10:49:01
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
James, give me a 10- I will email you my critique. Love your title!! As for the rest- matchless to be brief.

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