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Poem Title	Poet Name	Critique Given by Dellena Rovito	Critique Date
Syncopation	Rachel F. Spinoza	Rachel, It feels like it's your son lying on the couch recovering from a night's work as a drummmer. His feet [young] narrow-[slim] vulnerable. You hate to have to wake him...... I have hidden The tabloid story of your indiscretion between the cymbals and your sighs, as you lie/[rhyming with chi tea]nice! there, oblivious [as kids are] to the tempo of the new day, basking in some other melody just lying there smiling your dream [like youth with few cares in the world] syncopation is a nice title.....the rhythm of living.... wonderful job, enjoyed this greatly Dellena	2005-01-20 17:59:20
A Right To Rut	James Edward Schanne	Hi James, I Read everything through the lens of insult [being aware of the deceit] great word/insult! all labels libel to the small print sleuths magnifying the anticontext cult arming erasers with alternate truths [one must read the small print and try to decipher whats 'actually' in things!] life swapping comparison shopping spree [we're pretty spoiled] of indulgence lounging in comfort's bed demands of desire tradition free ornamental branches taken to shred [?] returning nature spirited away to an equilibrium of the bland [yes then we are easier to control] strike the faithful one by one till decay come all and embrace a generic brand [the spirit decays for sure] raising voices raise eyes constellating to the multitude of ways elating [I'm not sure of this/elating? ways to become happy?] Not bad, I think I got your thought. Let me know if I'm foiled again. You are quite an interesting fellow... Dellena	2005-01-13 19:59:45
Aleutian Getaway	Mell W. Morris	Ossiyo Mell, I'm 1/4 cherokee. Eskimoes are also native americans. It is true as you say. I know as fact...It always raised my eyebrow... Elk liver please! my online research; There are many nationalities/The custom has been practised among tribal, nomadic and decentralised societies and has been practised from Yemen through Central and North Arabia, North Africa and Australia and from Egypt to Afghanistan. The origin of the custom seems to be rooted in ancient times, surviving into and often tolerated by the Islamic era. Commonly, the man concerned is an outsider and not a tribesman. Sexual hospitality like other cults of sacred sexuality can be defined as alternative sexuality that serves its purpose. It may have complemented the coarse conditions of ancient communities falling or rising with continuity. orange faux-fur-lined parka. It makes a statement but I'm unsure what it says. according to the Fur Commission, mink and fox farming were pioneered in North America almost a century ago, and today more than 40 million mink and fox pelts are produced on thousands of farms in the United States and many other countries each year.Euthanization occurs on most farms through lethal injection, gassing or electrocution.Trapping, one of the tools wildlife managers use to achieve balanced habitats, also is a way fur for clothing is obtained.Both fur farms and trappers are regulated by state governments. Government agencies issue licenses to trappers and limit harvests. Many PETA members believe fur harvesting of any sort is cruel and that people who support fur farmers and trappers by wearing fur dislike animals. I think the total disregard for life is abhorrent/greed is the basis for most all our travesties! I think we should kill for food or clothing if necessary. 'But not for fad and fashion. Your poem was enjoyable, you are well rounded in your interest. Wadho,[be at peace] Dellena	2005-01-09 19:30:46
Jack Frost	marilyn terwilleger	Marilyn, This is quite nice. I feel I relate to you.[?] Something so taken for granted by most is acknowledged and appreciated. I didn't read this earlier as the title seemed too child like cute. A person as a frost maker. What would his name be in another language? That would add some mystery....intrigue.....class. But upon reading I feel your spirit. And it is good! I know when my spirit soars and this is most godly. Like a prayer of thanksgiving. For the beauty of this world. and more....... So nice, Dellena	2005-01-07 18:05:54
On the Grief of Parents	Joanne M Uppendahl	Joanne, The seamed/should be seemed... I feel the heart's pain of losing a child. I could never imagine the sorrow. When anyone dies it affect everyone and everything. A drop in the pool of life still makes a ripple. Everything changes. Everythings different from before. Thats why the actions and rightness of each of us is so vital. We affect others. By our actions by our speech, by our poetry. We never know to what extent it all matters but I'm positive it would be overwhelming. By you writing, sharing your soul/your goodnesss and love it enhances us and helps us handle our trials. God bless you Joanne. Very loving, heartfelt poem. Very very wonderfull. You may still tuck in/in your heart at night/in your soul in prayer/in your memorys you cherish. In each word you speak/in the ones you inspire/in the love you share. Your mission is such, God bless, Dellena	2005-01-07 17:45:10
Christmas Traces	Mell W. Morris	Mell, This is very good. It is almost too close to home. My pink leotarded male friend lived with me a few years and he was a flea marketeer extroideneire. I had more crap than anyone could imagine. Stove/copier/3 mowers in front yard and a ceiling fan/sink...' an organ/more lawnmowers/4 dishwashers in back yard. commercial Popcorn popping machine/icecream machine/hot dog cart/extra refrigerator/tables-chairs/ computers/hundreds of videoes from his video store, and trillions more stuff filling the garage. In his bedroom you couldn't walk through. It took load after load to move him out. He saved every 'important' piece of paper he touched. He messed up everything everwhere he went. But he is a dear man. Just writing of him makes me chuckle. Sometimes people just don't have the energy to be organized or clean. Your poem was very in tuned with that situation. When health is compromised thats a whole different ball game.[animals/babies etc.] good job snookums..... Love Dellena	2005-01-07 17:16:03
THE KING HAS SPOKEN	Monica ONeill	Monica, I've a cat too. [Smoky] They are certainly their own person! I wish we people had such confidence and maybe as much integrity! A book to read; Kinship with all life/by Boone. About animal/human relations.....[my new years gift to you] I like the way you spaced the poem. It gave it the right emotion. Cute poem. The calming type. My best to you, Dellena	2005-01-04 15:31:00
A lovers dream	stephen g skipper	Stephen, You love someone a lot, to write such a lovely poem. It almost sounds like shes gone away/off afar/maybe dead? Today, tommorrow is but a sacred dream, hand in hand, backs to the river we walk on into our shared eternity. Especially when you say 'eternity' I hope not! I can only imagine the pain. Good, loving, nicely depicted visuals,in this poem. If I'm wrong...hooray! Love hurts theres nothing else to say. Dellena	2005-01-02 17:33:26
New Year's Eve	Kenneth R. Patton	Kenneth, Truly alcohol kills. actually poisen. not only the body/but the spirit/as does drugs. Death speaks It comes in colors and tastes good Death seduces with comforting warmth that slowly numbs Death succeeds when self pity and isolation rule [yes/good-written with emphasis] The shame being that it was ever invented. And not illegal. It's a law to wear a seat belt cause you may get hurt! But wheres the caution with alcohol? In olden days they used heroin to releive alcohol addiction. Better someone quiet than someone mean and rowdy! they didn't realize the deadly effects. Why is life so difficult we need escape? Your poem is important and factual and so sad.....for this is how we begin another year... repeat/repeat/repeat. Thanks for this poem... Dellena	2005-01-02 17:11:45
X Me Happy	DeniMari Z.	DeniMari, Happy holidays to you too. Cute poem. Xms is madness/you captured it well. Don't worry about score I just wanted to say yo. Happy NY Dellena	2004-12-31 19:04:39
HIM	marilyn terwilleger	Marilyn, This is a very personal, faith filled poem. You wonder if what you believe is true. I just saw on the history channel/the visions of moses/peter/ezechial: Journey back through time into the mysterious history of UFOs as revealed through ancient biblical texts. Through intensive reinterpretation of early religious documents, researchers believe that they have found evidence of ancient UFO activity. From Elijah's flying "chariots of fire" and Ezekiel's "wheels within wheels in the sky" to the enigmatic aerial phenomenon that lead Moses during the Exodus, we apply a modern perspective to the writings of the Bible in the context of UFOs. From somewhere along the edges of my being emerges the truth.... you answer your own question... good poem Dellena	2004-12-30 19:16:43
Directions of Lost Passing	James Edward Schanne	James, fortunate forgetfulness inspires the kindling of histories fires. As children, in history books, we read of explorers and inventers, politians artist,.......... believing them to be leaders and ones to admire. And in fact they were very imperfect. Sometimes downright awful evil people. Buffalo Bill, Balboa, Christopher Colombus,and a million more. I liked the bulls eyed image...stone spun to paper is good too. Hopefully I got this! I like your thinking/right on. Dellena	2004-12-30 18:05:33
In the Sea of Sri Lanka	Jane A Day	Jane, An early warning system could have saved lives. It's time we think of the world as a whole, instead of individual countries each separate. We/me Americans worry about rain in California more than whats happening so far away. It's not in the face knowledge and pain. So on I continue critiquing poetry as the world dies bit by bit. And others continue doing what they do. It's like the election............you care, you work for change and nothing ever changes. We need a miracle here. Very thoughful concerned poem. your doing what you can do same as I. Much peace to you Dellena	2004-12-30 17:49:47
untitled	Rachel F. Spinoza	Roni, Very thoughtful poem. It lets the mind imagine the terror of creation disrupted. That means it becomes most personal. I like thinking my thoughts instead of others, at times. [like theirs imposed on mine][them telling me how to think, feel, act, be!] Everything everyone does affects the others. [disrupting creation][or aiding creation!/ass you do] Very important, timely, and a most contemplative poem. You got my approval..... great job! dellena	2004-12-30 16:49:22
Abiding Winter	Joanne M Uppendahl	Joanne, How wonderfully sweet and sensative. The frog calling for love brings to mind the sound of a crystal chandelier The trill being the sweetest most godly sound on this earth. Love is holy/man or beast. You hear his stillness/nice Cooling earth does not Lessen his amphibian dreams Nor slow my heartbeat.[great sensitivity] Your piece is most holy. One of Your best! you are one with the earth/mind/spirit/soul Brava to you.... Dellena	2004-12-28 17:49:16
Come Be With Me Like The Rain	Mell W. Morris	Hi Mell, I feel like I'm back in school trying to understand Macbeth. I'm not sure of the name your whispering......spring? a plant name? sunshine? warmth? I personally find divinity in all of nature... Of nature. Poetry draws from the dualism In world and spirit regions, a reflection Of life choices. [true] I looked up; foudroyant-stunning/quick/severely eliding-omit/shorten cuittle-coax/cajole cynosure-guide/focal point asphodel/plant-lily family You must be a teacher... I really like your idea in this piece/I'm just having to use my head alot... You are saying you miss the green/and floral of spring? I"M doing my best/I'll have to think more on this...... I like the challenge Happy NY Dellena	2004-12-26 18:25:19
Goldie Locks Bearing	James Edward Schanne	James, You nut! Cute poem of Goldielocks/heaving breast/aroused to esctacy/ mounting the bed... tongues singed caressing/yearnings/shuddering lips/sassy desires/ aching eyes spread/longing to taste rapture/doe eyes plead their chaste .... I MUST REREAD THAT FAIRY TALE! Very sensual indeed. You make me chuckle. Happy NY Dellena	2004-12-26 17:21:14
I Remember Julenisse	Rick Barnes	Hi Rick, Here goes nothing........Expect the unexpected. Who or what is Julenisse? [I feel like an idiot] It sounds like a woman? Beyond that Which desire required. [I love the truth of keeping/believing what is necessary/as we actually do] I held it straight in my mind [yes] Such that I don’t recall A losing of the faith. It is true I no longer believe, But I can keep Belief and faith apart. One to nourish mind. [manifested especially in thought, perception, emotion, will, memory, and imagination. collective conscious and unconscious processes that direct and influence mental and physical behavior. One to nurture heart. The stream is never Two moments the same And yet it always remains The same stream.[yes] It is true I no longer believe,[you no longer believe everything they say/but you do believe what you know and what you will soon learn. You're not so gullible. You are open to possable-ness. Which is wonderful..... But I don't recall A losing of the faith.[true] Change is growth and this poem's about moving right along....... Happy day, dear Rick. Hope I'm not too whacko...I'm a pretty simple gal. Dellena	2004-12-25 18:02:16
Christmas with Joe	Mick Fraser	Mick, What a nice fellow "Joe" is.[Mark is Joe I think] To come home to family at xmas is wonderful! To kids becoming constrained after so long gone, and siblings, all loving and missing each other is terrific. Thats what its all about. It's been a long time since I've experienced family. I can imagine the joy. Thanks for the writing... Happy Holidays, Don't be a stranger here! Dellena	2004-12-18 17:23:38
verse 67 (Jellyfish)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Erzahl, Very visual, very good! I think we all fall into the abyss....... some with parachutes/most without! Thanks for a preview trip, into the vastness. Dellena	2004-12-17 17:24:40
The Stones I Carry	Medard Louis Lefevre Jr.	Medard, Interesting name. This poem makes me think of a young man, once married, where there was too much close scrutiny/someone could see into your soul. I think he succumbed to temptation in the marriage as an excuse to go.. Him thinking not much of himself, because of the weight of his stones/pain He would be more at ease living alone. Hiding from the world. It is a sad song you've sung. Quite moving and thoughtful. Thanks for posting Dellena	2004-12-17 17:12:16
Cut and Paste	Mell W. Morris	Mell, This is true, creative energy makes living in misery possible. Because expressing oneself is such a joy..I know this from living my life and sorrows. As you have learned as well.....It is incorperated into me. But who wants to learn it/not I. I'd just as well read and wonder about it. I'm never sure of the purge precicely but it's in their for sure. It's all so sadly sadly true but Thank God it has such saving grace. Fed x - Mr. x was great. You are so smart and wise, talented and kind. If you were the main course, I could have you at every meal and never be bored and need no change. This poem's my holiday presant. Thank you god bless you Mell Dellena	2004-12-15 20:03:17
Black On White	Mark D. Kilburn	Mark, I've got persimmon trees, that the birds flock too. It is a formidable sight. no snow yet in portland, oregon. Skeletal touch was a nice touch! good bird view-able poem. Happy holidays, Dellena	2004-12-15 19:34:42
The Encompassing Compass	James Edward Schanne	Hi James, I have to dissect your work to understand it... hopefully you say; humility's creative force fleshed out/you cry bringing tranquility, bringing a touch of divinity smile-song are an invisible kiss waking the mind to strong/love is the strongest elixer vibes upon the central string made of I, questing meaning which brings one to their knees. the wonder of the boundless cuddled/a miracle thats befuddling The wonder of I is a miracle indeed. Most enjoyable, thanks for the post. Dellena	2004-12-15 19:27:13
I Named Him Ocean For His Father	Rachel A Couch	Rachel, I named him ocean/is a great title. good poem. We all came from the cean/so all ou last names should be ocear or earth. but you can't know that, you know me was[as] well as I do. and in that pocket of air under the wild ocean I found you years before we meet[met] because you were the next thing to make me want to live. Our children do force us to live....... Even if love were not named, it would hurt. The emotion's an emotion. Wrapped in the word. My best to you, Dellena	2004-12-15 18:58:12
Letting the Me Out	Latorial D. Faison	Latorial, Nice poem... Again your on the right track. By letting 'it' out it lets 'you' in....... You seem to be a strong young women. You go girl! Happy holidays, Dellena	2004-12-15 18:21:09
Individuality	Latorial D. Faison	Latorial, I as you want to be me and thee be thee. What a nice world this could be. Lifetimes are spent with this refrain. I sometimes wonder if we know who we are..... Do we know what we be? My best to you, Dellena	2004-12-15 18:16:45
Out The Window I Go	Paul R Lindenmeyer	Paul, Cute poem/story....you took a fall by not minding your elders/father? You took a big fall. Off the house. It wasn't so fun to land. Kids get crazy..did you become a free faller? Or did that give you fear? Happy blessings of light to you. dellena	2004-12-15 18:10:42
The Rectification of Names	Rachel F. Spinoza	Rachel, This is such a thought full poem. I very MUCH enjoy it! I think you wish to be nameless so your free to be. Iike nature... Labels label us. like being boxed. Think how we each individually would communicate without words and labels. It would be a very unusual, unconformed society. Love it! But the masses must be controlled.....right? hugs, Single, white, divoriced, older, female, soc.sec. numbered xxxxx living in ...zip...named Dellena	2004-12-15 16:49:34
When Birdsong Colors The Air	Mell W. Morris	Hi Dear Mell, This is another really wonderful of your poems. You are really a talented lady. I literally heard the birds sing..with your cadence...thank you. I love birds! The big ones scare me. and flocks have a lot of power.[maybe from the movie] I had a feeder by my bedroom door and a big woodpecker came and hung from the eaves eating, then was strutting around on the deck/too close for my comfort! I think mocking birds are big too? What a nice interlude in winter. I wish I'd reviewed this quicker/I LIKE IT AS WELL AS BLUE. Think sunshine and we'll survive the winter. I hope the prayers are working.' happy holidays! Love Dellena	2004-12-07 19:11:14
The Cabin	marilyn terwilleger	Marilyn, What a wonderful poem! I felt like I walked into the woods, down a old pathway, and found an old deserted cabin. as I have before... This is so reminescent of yesterday. The forest was quite quiet and peaceful. today's world is chaotic.... you ended it all perfectly... the sound like a tree falling....does anyone hear? Few do, but you hear! keep on listening. you will be surprised... Dellena	2004-12-07 15:35:05
verse 66 (Stars)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Erzah, I got this one easy...... wonderful! The moon does wed the night. The stars try to steal also the attention.' Very nice imagery, you may be more right than you know! most enjoyable. Thanks for that viewpoint. Dellena	2004-12-06 20:21:34
verse 64 (Doubts)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Erzahl, I'm not sure about your meaning Web nets? chances of doing something... Spider on your mind/i'll buy that. Doubt traps your chances on the web. Which=the spiders. You are competing and your doubtful..... Hope thats it. It's a little vague/or I am. Interesting..... My best to you. Dellena	2004-12-06 16:24:37
Electrifying Remembrance of "Don't do that!"	Paul R Lindenmeyer	Paul, Kids never realize the responsibility of being a parent. Trying to keep them safe and sane and able to stand on their own. I read native americans let their kids do as they do/like touch a fire/get burned once/they have really learned it. As you did. As most people....we're warned continiually about every danger/but till experienced, not learned. A hard lesson but LEARNED. good job. dellena	2004-12-05 15:01:48
Winter Waltz	Patricia Gibson-Williams	Patricia, What a nice waltz........rhythmnic sweet dainty delightful. I see winter cold, dark, lonely, and fruitless. Maybe I'll think different after the dance. [spacing good visual of snow falling/floating] On wispy breezes we are carried, gently lightly downward ferried to nestle on the rocks and sand; on boughs and branches ‘cross the land. I enjoyed the ending of the snow melting. Then with the warmth we sadly melt (Ne’r cursing the cards we’re dealt)[we always want what we don't have] and gathered by sun dappled rays; rise back to heaven singing praise. I think I'll tolerate the snow better/thanks Dellena	2004-11-28 17:57:42
Sail	Regis L Chapman	Hi Regis, This one blew to me. I feel like I've sailed off on a day trip. The wind is our fate. The boat the person.. I like the refrain; the wind has always been blowing ever on it blows, it flows, from low to high upon This is so. From low to high upon. Tis better to be the master/captain of your ship and make decisions as to your voyage and destination. Than to be adrift at sea. Good thoughtful poem. You blew me away... I'm blown outta here. Dellena	2004-11-28 17:40:20
Impulseable	James Edward Schanne	Hi James I'm not quite sure of this one but here goes... Impulseable...... you combine emotion with the workings of the body. Beginning; Revved up intuitions then; pressure pursuits, eying relief delrious beams... lastly; It could be even sexual; dragging slowly the built up affection to eruptions' inevitable stroke of genius clogging arteries with smoke I'm probably wrong. I may be just a dirty old women. [oh well] It's interesting.......very interesting. Good job whatever it means. Dellena	2004-11-28 16:50:34
The Things I Leave Undone	marilyn terwilleger	Hi Marilyn, Oh but the things we leave undone. I bet you, I've got you beaten! [no consolation I know] I've a million and one left undone. And the old adage; if we knew then what we know now....... I think the worst to not do is 'be in love' and still; frolick in blades of emerald lawn Known breathless passion till crimson dawn. It's really true love is for every age, just not as easily but nevertheless 'more better'. more soul not just body beauty. As I wend my way beyond the wizard sun.......Ilove the word WEND! and every age wends their way beyond the sun. [young/old] But your use sends the message clear.......getting older. It's nice you have good memories of frolicking. One can always go there to visit. This poem reads well/rhyme great/fun/entetaining/thoughtful. stay warm lady.... Dellena	2004-11-28 16:29:41
When Words Escape	James Edward Schanne	James, It sounds like a writers block to me. It seems you know that experience very well. 'charge of static bolting from skin finger painted with abstract red herrings [nice image of the difficulty] activated verbs illustrate chagrin' letters find fruition picked clean and clear by vultures tapping out a lip thrown sham [good; vultures picking clean the carcus of fruition] sayings in crumbling sheaving [good too; paper into the trash can] But then again, if you wrote this you aren't blocked. And to be so creative with 'writers block', you're a magician pulling a rabbit out of the hat! good job/great vocabulary Dellena	2004-11-28 16:09:26
Solitude	Thomas H. Smihula	Hi Thomas, How are you? I like the ideas of the elements adding a dimension to our lives. which they most certainly do. And are appreciated in this writing. They help us in; thinking, reflecting, calming, washing clean, and clearing of our minds. so we can go on. Having been comforted. [Indeed] The person within/the soul..... Nice peaceful reassuring poem, much needed in these days of strife. Thanks for sharing. Nice job Thomas, Dellena	2004-11-28 15:39:08
The Currency of Cruelty	Robert Wyma	Robert, You are not easy for me to understand. [hopefully this is the message] I believe you want unity as mankind's fate since we're paying the price in pain and brutality in our warring of each other. We're always promised things will improve and yet we have no qualms of taking/or losing another life. Either people don't care or their mislead by the powers that be. Your use of 'h' hinted husks of human and 'g' grimacing glory glorified and 'p' played out plainly power and 'c' courts carve and 'b' better beget brutality and more...very interesting. your sound alikes great.....righteousness, lightlessly absence Good job Robert... Thanks for the read may happiness be yours dellena	2004-11-27 18:40:57
The Texture of Blue	Mell W. Morris	Mell, Hope your doing better health wise. I like this blue poem immensley. I feel as you, I see divinity in nature. I like the use of blue flowers.....and the smell divine. Some iris even have sweet odors. I like the way your stanaza's keep you moving along.... I'm interested in your rhyming placement. Does it matter where or when? what style poem is this? Do you count syllables at all. I would love to write as you....... Don't overtax yourself to answer. I loved your word and style. Recover you're needed! love dellena	2004-11-27 18:11:20
B-Rated Love Affair	DeniMari Z.	Hi DeniMari, What I especially liked was the rhyming that sort of snuck in but made the piece flow quite well. exist/twist ditches/surfaces eyes/materialize/unwise years/fears passion/ashes dawn/bond break/mistake affair/bare Really clever usage. Good job. A bit sad the way things change in a relationship. It's difficult to love with your head and not your heart. and who would want to? thanks for sharing... love, Dellena	2004-11-26 19:20:15
Lost Magic	Kenneth R. Patton	Kenneth, Nice poem. Nothing is ever the same but still can be magical. That's if you want it to be. You have to work at it and it will be. The hug was the first step... hug her tommorrow too thanks, dellena	2004-11-25 18:04:24
Be There	Regis L Chapman	Regis, How very much you love this person. You have splayed your heart/and your sweet soul. I don't believe the soul remark. It's limiting. So why have limits? I don't need them. And I loveeeeeeeeeeee rhyme. Couldn't live without.. It's also good to write as you feel. What good is free expression if it's not free? Your poem was easy to read/nice to comprehend/and so wonderful for you to have written=a winner in my book. I liked the crunch of salad. and wash me clean of me.[self-ness] Good job Reg... Dellena	2004-11-24 16:00:21
Arioso	Rick Barnes	Hi Rick, I looked on my critique list and you wern't there. I had heart failure. I've had this terrific poem rumbling in my mind for weeks. Last night I finally knew what I wanted to write! We all look for the 'one' for us. Or hope they'll find us. And our expectations are such we our setup for failure. {I'm speaking from my experience] I believe as Leo Bisqualia [spelled wrong, when he wrote; [In the book titled LOVE] love is a mirror. How one feels for the other is reflected back. If you liked someone, you would act in that manner. And with them being sweeet to you, you would be sweet back. [reflection] Eventually how you truly in your heart care/is the way they truly care too. ok....now how much the opposite is the same. We want them to care but you don't really...=it's not working. Ok...if you don't love yourself wholly/even with faults, how can another? ok...The secret is forget about being loved, just get out there and love. Love everything, dogs/people-old-young/trees/bugs....whatever. And the love will come back! you will then be living love. Hope you don't mind my talk.[just different thoughts] Of course your poems The 'best' loved it/as you know... dellena	2004-11-24 15:44:32
Earth, Moon and Sun (connected haiku)	Joanne M Uppendahl	Joanne, I wish I wrote this one. The love betwix the earth and sun. The view on the moon is the earth rises, like the moon does us. If the earth were even inches different in the sky there would be no life. It''s that precarious. The earth's heart is ablaze with affection. Where would our emotions have come from? We come from the earth. I'll stop... loved it, love you... Dellena	2004-11-22 16:28:07
Night Song	Mark D. Kilburn	Mark, Nice goatsucker [bird] poem. I especially liked; [spring's first sigh] So déjà vu his calling cry, a soothing sound for spring’s first sigh. Singing and searching for feathered friends gone, a broken heart [hearted?] song. All of us could sing the whippoorwill song...searching for their gone friends. whippoorwill whippoorwill. Happy turkey day, Dellena	2004-11-22 15:32:28
Last Milk	Kenneth R. Patton	Kenneth, Oh how sweet this is. I think you possably are that cub! There comes a time.......... In directly we do the same as that mother bear trying to get her child to stand on it's own. The sooner the better actually. We're usually awfully late. Mostly from ignorance. I loved this poem story. It brings me back to my motherhood. It's very nice. I'm now distracted by tasty berries. thanks for the read. dellena	2004-11-18 17:16:35
Senior Moments	DeniMari Z.	DeniMari, I'm thinking you are [50 years old] in a nursing home? Why so young/there? Excuse me, I'm flabergasted to know this. I'm glad you feel ok/happy? even when someone steals your clothes? Are you Really all right? I know spirtually you are. I think women tend to be self sacrificing to a fault... take care, dellena	2004-11-16 19:04:18
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