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Poem Title	Poet Name	Critique Given by Sherri L Smith	Critique Date
japanese verse 41 (Rainbow)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Erzahl, You couldn't have dedicated this to a nicer person. Claire is an absolute wonderful friend and my prayer for her also would be comfort and healing from this haiku. You are the best. Sherri	2004-03-15 07:38:50
Poems I Cannot Write	Sandra J Kelley	Dear Sandra, Maybe you don't think you can write love poems, but I disagree with that. You have written about the glories of nature and how you love it, and to me that is a love poem. In my view, a love poem to God, as the creator of all those glorious sites that you describe in such vivid imagery. This one is very nice Sandra, it will be on my favorites list! Sherri	2004-03-14 18:39:05
Memories of Bertha	Sherri L. West	Dear Sherri, I am Sherri too! This is the kind of poetry I really like, one rich with feeling, emotional highs and one that draws me to it. First, because I am a Grandma, and I want my grandkids to feel this way about me. I plan special things for them, do things with them, and most of all give them all my attention when they are with me. The last line: Remember how we cried when I moved away? This line especially means a lot to me as my kids are not close to me in the physical sense. I have four in Alabama, 2 (soon to be 3) in Indiana, 2 in Germany, and 1 (soon to be 2) in the same town with me. That is all subject to change when Rodger's tour of duty in Inidanapolis recruiting will be over and they will be leaving, and when my daughter-in-law, granddaughter and thier new baby leave here to be with my son in San Diego. My kids really love it in Alabama so there isn't much hope of them moving back. I just make the most of my time with them when I can. Anyway, sorry to ramble, welcome to the Link, and glad to have you with us. The Other Sherri	2004-03-14 18:27:52
Vandenbergs Love	DeniMari Z.	Dear Poet, This is truly a love poem from the heart and all summed up in the last three lines: As mystyc remains unknown let this love define us for in your heart I'm home. How wonderful to feel at home in his heart. I have that kind of relationship as well and I am so glad. Your work is lyrical and sensual with lots of emotion flowing through it. Congratulations, it looks like you have found your soul-mate, married or not. THanks for sharing, Sherri	2004-03-13 20:33:29
I am a lighthouse	marilyn terwilleger	Dear Marilyn, This is amazing and I love the images of the lighthouse and the sea. I love the sea and you describe it so beautifully. Marilyn, this could have been written as a hymn it has a holy resonance to it. You could make the case that the lighthouse and God are one. It leaves me with a special peaceful feeling. This one gives me a sense of happiness, serenity and peace all rolled into one. I like that. Thanks for sharing this one Marilyn. Sherri	2004-02-29 23:00:14
Then I'll Dance With Dragonflies	Joanne M Uppendahl	Dear Aunty, Another beautiful rendition of a another poem about nature. I am glad that you cleared up where the tundra was and I know now that it isn't your particular home environment. This is a great poem of the seasons without mentioning specific ones at all. To me, dancing with dragonflies gives me the feeling of freedom and abandon that I long to fee and to be able to express vividly. If I dare! Sherri	2004-02-29 22:49:18
Every Poem An Autograph	Mell W. Morris	Hi Mell, Whe words you write here are so true. Most of my poetry stems from the events of my childhood. In the second stanza, L like the way you relate the "now" events that evoke those imprinted memories. When we take pen to compose, an old haunting will taunt until restored in metaphors, residing in our lines. Our poetry arises from our past even when we think it ignored. I find even my short stories have bits of my past in them no matter how I try to disguise it. Every strophe I read is a trophy of someone's life, how true this is. Mell you hit me right in the solar plexes with this one, thanks so much for sharing. Hope you and your loved ones are fine and well. Sherri	2004-02-29 22:45:54
Winter Trees	marilyn terwilleger	Dear Marilyn, I am beginning to really enjoy haiku as a poetic form. I can remember when I used to delete everyone, I am so sorry now that I did that because I have come to discover their beauty and complexity. Now that I have attempted my own, I know how hard it is to make the lines flow together and still keep them in the 5-7-5 format. This is one is a fine example my friend. Sherri	2004-02-29 22:26:06
I Have Memories	Sandra J Kelley	Dear Sandra, Good luck with your anthology, and congratulations! Written from a lovers broken heart, and it reads well. You used the senses well in this very powerful work. The title tells the truth that your poem tries to deny. There is one thingt hat I would consider doing, and that is to keep your thoughts all in one line, or break your thoughts into different lines instead of running them in to each other with just a few spaces as a break. This is a small thing and is just a thing of taste and doesn't impact the pathos of the poem at all. I think your group is doing a wonderful thing in donating the proceeds to a local literacy group. Thanks for sharing, Sherri	2004-02-29 22:22:14
Closer to Far Away (edit)	Joanne M Uppendahl	Dear Joanne, I was waiting to see the poem you would write about the discovery of the new galaxy! I knew that it would excite you and something wonderful would come from your pen! You are the master of nature poems and I admire you for it. Your ability to make the reader "see" each and every line and description. Try as I might, I could only see two changes to the edit! One a comma added and a word (be) added in the last stanza. I see your picture clearly and also marvel at modern science to find something that is nothing more than a mote in the vast sky. What modern science found, God knew was there all the time, it is His creation. When my friends used to be afraid of aliens, I was never afraid. I believed that God created us in His image and He created the universe. If there is life on other planets, they they are also God's creations, so no fear! Joanne, I am truly a fan! Sherri	2004-02-29 22:16:08
10:26 Revisited	Sandra J Kelley	Dear Sandra. I admire the way that a reader can visualize each of your poems. I especially like the beginning. Using a curtain as a metaphor for the sky is beatutiful. It makes yu feel wrapped in that curtain, in your own little world. The stars piercing the black velvety (as I picture it) sky. The senses are alive with the feeling of the grass underfoot, cool but not yet damp from the dew, and the warmth of his hand on your back. The wind may make everything else unstable all around you, but you know you are stable with the warmth of his hand there to steady you. The clock in the heart of town that says to you "time has stopped" reinforces the feelings you have while you are with your loved one. Also tells me that your feelings also have not changed through the years. I liked this one very much. Sherri	2004-02-29 21:57:20
Growing a Rose	Rebecca Lee	Dear Rebecca, This is a beautiful love poem, and it caught my eye immediately as my husband and I met while were in our 40's and I know he is the love of my life. We both spent time with other spouses but we are so perfect for each other it is downright scary! I love the metaphor of the roses with thorns, I know that I have some and he does too, but all the other attributes are there so the thorns I can ignore. You can tell that there is a lot of love between you and I am happy for you. The last line says it all: i know the heart the one true sweet heart, that let me in will believe me always beautiful and love me anyway. I love it, glad someone else is as happy as I am. Sherri	2004-02-29 15:03:23
Falling	Jordan Brendez Bandojo	Dear Jordan, This is a very different type of poetry. To take the items that you list as falling, and then turn it into a love poem is very unique. I like the images that the stanzas bring out. Falling debris, fallen leaves, pollen, rain. The sun is innocent of the raindrops that fall from heavy clouds to the raging ocean. This sets the stage, from the beauty of the sun high above the storm clouds, down to the raging ocean. I really liked that! The wife bereaved feels not her tears as they fall from lonely eyes. Another powerful statement. It also has a beauty in the words, (hot tears), (lonely eyes.) What goes up must come down, and that is exemplified in this writing very well. Ha! Then you get to the love part, and tied it all in so sweetly. but in the absence of science my heart still falls hard for you. Sometimes there are no explanations for why we fall in love, but it is there and it is wonderful! Thanks for sharing this. Sherri	2004-02-28 18:24:48
About Love and Death	stephen g skipper	Dear Stephen, First let me say that I am so sorry for your loss. The depth of your love is very apparent in this beautiful tribute to her. I know you say you lost your muse, but I believe that your muse is still with you and inspiring you to new heights of writing. There is so much raw emotion here and it is very hard to offer any words that will give you any comfort. This was especially meaningful to me: We build our fragile worlds, On the belief that tommorrow, Will always come. We know in our hearts that people do not live forever, yet are unable to face the fact of their passing until it is there in front of us. I believe that if we love, yet let fear of losing them interefere with that love, then we are the ones who will suffer. I still love you I still need you, All apparent to those that can see. This ending is beautiful and made me tearful, you have a wonderful love and again I am sorry for your loss. Sherri	2004-02-28 17:35:57
Hidden Key	DeniMari Z.	Dear Deni, I don't know of your intent but to me, a survivor of childhood abuse it speaks volumes. I can identify with so much of it and the hurt that is still there in my heart comes oozing out. Scarred emotions - good description of what survivors often have, some with scabs that are ready to rip off and expose the pain again and again. Singing to her own music - retreating to a place where no other emotions can penetrate, for me it was my books. Most of my life has been out of my control, but not now! No faces left to blame - also speaks of wanting to confront people about the pain that we have felt, but can't now because they are no longer here on this earth. It is impossible to ask for or give forgiveness to those who are gone. The joy she lives for today - something that is very hard to do when you have always been unhappy. It is extremely difficult to accept the fact that YOU can be happy! As you can see, this poem spoke to my heart and I appreciate your bravery in posting it. It is very honest, and I appreciate that kind of poetry. Sherri	2004-02-28 16:59:25
japanese verse 21 to 40 - Second Collection	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Erzahl, Of course, they are all wonderful, and I didn't even count as I knew yours would be perfect! My top five favorites are: 1) Prayer 2) Old Age 3) Breeze 4) Manger 5) Petals Keep them coming Erzahl, they are truly beautiful and inspiring. It was hard to pick the top five! Sherri	2004-02-28 16:51:19
Just Like You	Mick Fraser	Dear Mick, This is a very powerful poem. I started relating to it right away as I came to know my Father and his mother very late in life. I find myself so much like them, and only wish I had taken more time to be with my Grandma before she passed. She lived 2 days drive from me, so rarely saw her. I see many of her traits in the things that I do, we shared a good laugh once when I noticed that we were both using the same hand gestures. Then it goes to the last stanza and you hit us over the head with the unexpected. Not just a walk down memory lane and a wish for more time, but more than that, the same kind of health problem! It puts a terrefic, but sad, ending on a very good poem. THanks for sharing and allowing me to remember my Grandmother with pleasure and sadness. SHerri	2004-02-28 16:36:31
A Growing Appetite for Spring	Joanne M Uppendahl	Dear Joanne, I love your descriptions of the place where you live, and see it through your eyes. I too am longing for spring, tho this winter has not been near as bad for me as the past few have been. I feel healthier, and happier, with optimism for my writing that I have never felt before. The dark days have not depressed me, and I was just realizing just today, that the worst is behind me and I am still feeling good! That is so remarkable for me as I suffer horribly from SAD. Your flowing pictures do give me signs and hope for spring. I am looking out my window now and still see stark branches, with not even a hint of green on them, but the snow has melted from the ground! I have been watching my flower beds for signs of life, of course nothing yet. My old hen and chickens that I potted in the fall didn't make it for sure, still waiting on the rest to green up! I was going to pick out one or two stanzas that I enjoyed the most, but since I enjoyed them all, I couldn't do that. I love all the wonderful alliteration that you have, I think I am a fan of the ssss sounds, as they seem to soothe the spirit and seem so serene! I do love the last stanza, the tundra coldest tundra, which in my mind, can also be the coldest and dreariest of moods and days, will soon savor new life. How awesome! Just like me I am still thriving under winter wraps, but cannot wait to throw them off and bask in the sunshine! I am retiring to some place that is sunny and near the ocean, both things that my spirit craves! From your fan, Sherri S	2004-02-22 15:34:19
japanese verse 39 (Amnesia)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Dear Erzahl, Of course I don't have to count to know that this is perfect form. It is so romantic also! I am constantly amazed how you pull each and every one off in the most perfect way. Do you think in haiku? You must cause this is a natural talent I am sure. Thanks for sharing another wonderful example of the haiku art form. I know that you have inspired me and it seems like several others here as well. Thanks for sharing, keep them coming, Sherri	2004-02-22 14:57:28
haikuhaiku	Regis L Chapman	Dear Reeg, Yes, I find myself counting fingers to see if they were the right count! Now that Erzahl has so transformed my way of thinking of haiku, I long to write some that are as beautiful as his. No way that will happen, but sometimes I will be thinking of something and will automatically start counting on my fingers to see if it follows haiku format! Anyway, I liked your haiku, you summed it all up so well in the allotted amount of syllables! Thanks for sharing, Sherri S	2004-02-22 14:53:19
Silent SCREAM!	Robert L Tremblay	Dear Bobby, I too believe in Freedom of Choice, but I lost a daughter and I hate to hear of abortions, abandoned, and abused children. I have a special place in my heart for each of them. It takes courage to write what you feel and I know courage is not something that you lack. I am sure you will get a lot of grief for this, but it stands the test, and it is so true. Sherri	2004-02-22 14:23:18
Dirt Devil	marilyn terwilleger	Dear Marilyn, What a wonderful visual poem this is! Sizzling sun bears down on the etched earth disturbed only by a sporadic zealous breeze. (This has wonderful alliteration, both with the z's and the s's) A bald eagle soars aloft, eyes in an aquiline head, vigilant for prey. (The symbol of our country, proud and vigilant. This is beautiful to think of, and imagine. Just seeing the beautiful eagle included in the Nascar pre race entertainment just made my heart swell with pride) THe second stanza then has wonderful alliteration with the exploding p sounds. Then you get into the little dust devil himself. Described to perfection with beautiful words and sounds pleasant to the ear when you hear them read outloud. subdued his zeal returns to dust. His antics only a hazy memory in the wizard sun. (again we have the wonderful z sounds and along with the s's to make a pleasant sounding ending, quiet as a sigh) This was a pleasure to read Marilyn, thanks for sharing. Sherri He skips happily, whirls with abandon, spinning like a tiny twisting typhoon. (A delightful paragraph that just has to make the saddest person smile! The sight of a little dirt devil jumping up and finally being free from the earth to dance and spin. I feel a little like that myself sometimes.)	2004-02-16 16:30:32
Living a Loss	Robin Ann Crandell	Dear Robin, I know after pouring out this hurt that you have in your heart, it had to ease the pain for you. I have written a lot of these hurt filled poems myself, and know that after each is completed, I feel lots better. I know that it is a time worn phrase but "time does heal all wounds". I too am thankful for the Garth Brooks song, if God had answered the prayers that I was praying 11 years ago, I would not be as happy as I am today. God knows what is best for us, even if we doubt it sometimes. Broken relationships hurt, and it takes a long while to get over it. So give yourself some time and be willing to grieve for your loss. If no one will listen to you, then pour it out in this form. Believe me, I know it is good therapy. Good luck, Sherri	2004-02-16 10:28:04
The Oak	Robert L Tremblay	Dear Robert, I can see a huge difference in your work now. I was expecting to open this poem and see a wonderful tree branched oak tree spread out, with deep roots boring into the ground. I can see the improvement, I think what you do is unique and know that I for one do not have the patience to do that type of meticulous work. Is "imaged work" the right title for this type of work. Sorry, I don't know the name of the form you use. Thanks for sharing.. Sherri	2004-02-16 10:22:07
untitled	Mick Fraser	Dear Mick, Why not the simple title of "Senses", as this one certainly captures the essence of all of them. This is a thought provoking poem, and the last stanza was the kicker. the five basic senses ...something that we all are born with and we are what we are, unless...yes we are what we are, lots of times, products of our environment we choose to be better...this I have found out for myself. I can choose to change the way that I react to those things in my life that tend to effect me negatively. I have gone through a huge process like that this last year, and feel that I have come through it a better person, wife, mother, grandmother and writer. Thanks for taking the time to share these thoughts. Sherri	2004-02-16 10:18:04
Insects and Other Tiny Nations	Joanne M Uppendahl	Dear Joanne, You say it is a work in progress? I think it is lovely just as it is. I am sure that the more technical people might be able to find something that should be changed, but probably not. This is a unique insight into a different world. A perspective so totally unlike any that I have read and so interesting, touching and loving. I am sure that your granddaughter loves it. Your colorful imagery in stanza 2 is amazing. You can both see the colors clearly and also hear the tiny insect noises that they are making. To see their existence in a small childs eyes is so distinct! That they are creatures created by God and are here to serve their own purpose in life. God cares for them also! Sometimes I think we as humans forget that, he cares for the sparrow and even knows the number of hairs on our heads! What an amazing concept. The goodness of our Father shows through. I loved the imagery of the "mother" moon creating a little star to help light the world. I just have always thought of the moon ad male. You know the man in the moon thing? Anyway, all this rambling just to let you know how very much I loved this, it flowed, it sang and it made my heart fill with joy. Thanks Auntie for another beautiful inspiring poem. Love, Sherri	2004-02-14 09:32:17
Neuter Allegiance	Mell W. Morris	Dear Mell, I hardly know how to respond to this poem. It sounds so hopeless. Yet I believe that good will win out and overcome evil. I pray for our leaders, pray that the populace will vote for the man that God would have in our Oval office, and pray for that man. It is a scary prospect to see that those who are running dishing out the dirt, etc. So much muck throwing and shouldn't we be concentrating on what we are facing right now? I will be glad when the whole election is over, and pray that the right man is elected to office. Our country depends on it, maybe our very lives. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. Sherri	2004-02-14 09:09:05
japanese verse 40 (Petals)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Dear Erzahl, What a beautiful haiku and thank you Erzahl for the Valentine wish. It is another beautiful example of your work. I have been working on a few myself, but mine seem totally clumsy compared to yours. Happy Valentines Day, Sherri	2004-02-14 08:57:40
Shadow's last sigh	marilyn terwilleger	Dear Marilyn, I just finished critiquing your looking glass poem and when I read this one, it seemed to just pull me into the stor a little bit more. Your lady is now looking out her casement window, with sighs, looking at the barren and bleak, even though the sun might be shining and flowers blooming. To me it is a continuing story about the loss of a loved one, and the pain that comes with that. I think it is a perfect fit for your Looking Glass poem. Good reading, enjoyed both very much. Sherri	2004-02-06 14:50:14
Her Looking Glass	marilyn terwilleger	Dear Marilyn, This poem brings to mind a medival castle, and the lady of the Manor waiting for her husband to come home. He is her light, and their love is strong. He does return after many years, only to be so ill that he wastes away before her very eyes. Afraid to look into the looking glass where she once saw a beautiful and happy Lady, secure in her husband's love. Now she sees only the emptiness of her eyes and her future looks dark and grim. Anyway, that is my fantasy! When I read the poem I read a whole story into it. To me that is the sign of a good writer! You let me interpret your poem into my own little story. This was an enjoyable read and I am glad I had the privilege to read and critique it. Sherri	2004-02-06 14:46:17
Love Me This Way	DeniMari Z.	Dear Poet I like the whole premise of this poem...it is straightforward and it is completely honest. I like honest poems right from the heart. My only suggestion would be to take some of the longer lines and try to condense them and in some to try seperating the lines into tercets a little differently. For instance: Take this heart - share my life, Be my everlasting friend - two of us complete as one till the very end. Suggestion: Take this heart - share my life Be my everlasting friend Two as one till the very end You asked for suggestions and those are just one poets take on a poem that I enjoyed very much. Mostly due to the total honesty that is portrayed here. Thanks for sharing. Sherri	2004-02-05 14:09:08
The Reader	Debbie L Fischer	Dear Debbie, I know the painting you are talking about and it is beautiful. Your words in this poem do it justice as they paint a remarkable word picture. I really don't have anything that I would change in any way. It is beautiful in it's own right. It leaves me with a nice soothing relaxing picture to end my night and go to sleep with it in my minds eye. Thanks! Sherri	2004-02-02 21:45:17
I Must Go Down To The Sea Again	Mell W. Morris	Dear Mell, You have captured the essence of the sea and why I am so drawn to it. I have lived in the midwest all my live and still do, but I am drawn to the sea when ever I go to either coast. It makes me so peaceful and so serene. The alliteration, the s sounds that you used, just adds to the flow and the serenity of the piece. Internal rhyming is also nice as well. Care/share inflection/affection. I think the soft s alliteration in the first stanza just sets the tone for the whole work. Thanks for giving me a little serenity in a busy hectic day. Love, Sherri	2004-02-02 14:13:52
A Life Sentence	Mell W. Morris	Dear Mell, This poem could have been written by me. Although my Mother has passed away, I still feel the pain and can still her the "voice" in my head telling me that I can't do this, and I can't do that, and why am I wasting time on trying to write, and there are other things I should be doing besides reading a book. I had 16 months of constant care of my Mom, she battled for all it was worth, and only about 2 weeks before she died, did she even begin to talk to me like someone...an equal. She rarely showed any affection and only at the end of her life could she even say "I love you." from Mother's dismissive gestures: her lack of care semaphored in an arms-length stance, a constant sardonic commentary, by her oft- repeated put-downs, by a chronicity of frowns. Never a light touch, the slightest caress, no soft words of compassion. All of the above could have been said about my Mother, and a few other things as well. My heart goes out to you and others who are caring for elderly parents. It is hard enough when your childhood was happy, but in other circumstances, it is very very hard. Thanks for sharing this with us, I do find that writing about it does help. I will keep you in my prayers... Love, Sherri	2004-02-02 14:04:33
DENIAL	Mick Fraser	Dear Mick, Acrostics are fun to write and a pleasure to read. This one is done very well, mostly I just love the simplicity of them. So few words, but the thoughts that are conveyed are wonderful. I found that it is not a simple task to make your thoughts known following the patterns and so very few words. You did a great job on this one. Thanks for sharing, Sherri	2004-02-01 22:15:33
acrostic 2 (Prodigal Son)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Dear Erzahl, This is different from your haiku's and because it wasn't written straight down, at first I didn't get it. The more I read it and the more I looked at it, the better it got. Thank Heavens, God accepts lost souls, where would we be? We are so lost sometimes, just feeling our way around and lots of times, going down paths of destruction that we aren't even aware of. I pray each day, "Lord, direct my steps." Nice change, still very much an "Erzahl" poem. I am a fan! Sherri	2004-02-01 22:08:56
Porcelain Dolls	Debbie L Fischer	Dear Debbie, I can totally identify with this poem. My grandmother who I lived with off an on till about 6th grade, favored my brother, then when we were living with my mother, then it was my other brother that was favored. Then when my two little sisters came along, well I was the babysitter by then. It brings back all the hurt that I felt and resentment. And guess what? I collect porcelin dolls too! and toys! and clothes and shoes and all of things that I was denied as a child. I also crave hugs and closeness to my children and grandchildren. Sounds like our childhoods were a lot alike. Thanks for sharing this poem. I think I have begun to deal with all that, then Wham! I am hit upside the head with it again. That's ok, I am stronger for it. Sherri	2004-02-01 21:51:00
Daydream	Stormy D Morris	Dear Stormy, Glad to have you here! This is a very romantic and sexual poem that is also in very good taste. I like the way that you used spacing to enhance the visual image of the poem. You did a very nice job on this "first in years", keep it up and glad to have you on the site. Sherri	2004-02-01 17:10:51
A Day	Stormy D Morris	Dear Stormy, You sould like a very busy person. I like your one word lead in, then right to the explanation line. It was a very effective way of taking us through one of your busy days. I found as I grew older, that it is much healthier to try to slow down, enjoy eeach day, take time to read, play with your kids, and love your family. This was a good read. Sherri	2004-01-31 12:58:26
A Vanishing Trick	Rebecca Lee	Dear Rebecca, I felt that this written deep from within your heart. We all have that one thing that we wish we could undo, hide, never think about again. It is hard to know what to do with it and I felt every word that you wrote. I find that writing does help, makes you take it out, examine it, and lessens the guilt, pain, and uneasiness that you feel. This was a heartfelt poem, and they are always the hardest to critique as they are so much a part of the writer. You did a good job expressing your emoitions, the broken format and short, terse lines add to the pathos of the poem. Good Job, good luck. Sherri	2004-01-31 12:56:00
I, raindrop	Robert L Tremblay	Dear Robert, Ths simple stuff is what I can enjoy. Each little raindrop dripping with a truth, very easily understood and to read. I liked this one quite a bit. Thanks for sharing, Sherri	2004-01-31 10:56:28
NUCLEAR MADNESS (old acrostic)	Robert L Tremblay	Dear Robert, I like acrostic poems. They are difficult to write and still keep the format and the message intact. You did a good job on this one. WMD's are madness, I pray that they are tightly controlled. Better yet, gotten rid of altogether. Sherri	2004-01-28 13:59:46
japanese verse 38 (Seahorse)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Dear Erzahl, How do you do it? Mine seem so bland after reading yours! Ahhh I am working on them. This one has especially beautiful imagery. I like it. Sherri	2004-01-28 13:58:04
Farther Father	Regis L Chapman	Dear Regis, One thing stands out to me in your additional notes. You didn't pick your Father, you had no choice in the matter. I can share your feelings as I had some of the same feelings about my Mother. I have used poetry and writing to help me work through so many issues involving my childhood. Now I understand that my adult life has been affected by my past but I am free to make a better life for myself and my children and grandchildren. I made some mistakes as a Mother too, but have tried to make amends where I could. Your agony speaks through out this poem, and again I can empathize with you. Keep writing, keep getting it all out on paper. You indeed will see continued progress. The last two lines affected me, my Mom discouraged my writing and I quit writing for 35 years. Now I know that I will continue to follow my heart, live my dream, and even now I feel fulfilled. Thanks for sharing, I know this had to be a hard poem to write. Been there, done that. Best, Sherri	2004-01-27 07:04:40
WMD (acrostic)	Mick Fraser	Dear Mick, You did a good job with this acrostic, although I don't share your views. I love my country and support my troops, I have four kids involved in the military. The fact that I disagree with your words, does not stop me from appreciating the style and the thought that you put into this poem. Sherri	2004-01-27 06:56:18
Tornado	marilyn terwilleger	Hi Marilyn, Congratulations on your first acrostic! It is a very good one for a first attempt, getting in all the elements of the weather and the sounds and sights of the devastation. The last line might be the only line I would tinker with. I would use something other than slaps--maybe touches, brushes, of all in it's path. Just a few suggestions. Great first time effort, and welcome back! Sherr	2004-01-25 16:59:22
Delay	Regis L Chapman	Dear Regis, Yes a very compact little poem that does spell out modern life! Hurry up and wait used to be what my ex used to say about the Army, and it applies to a lot of other areas of life as well. Short little quatrain with lots of meaning. Sherri	2004-01-17 17:59:16
Blue Tide	Mell W. Morris	Dear Mell, Goodness gracious girl, you are making me work! All those new words and sounds that I have to look up cause I haven't read them before! I think this is my favorite part of this particular poem: With that insight, a score of sun-lit airs pours inside to luminesce, to erase the shadows Erasing the shadows, whatever it takes! I love the sunlight and when I am home and it is dreary outside you can bet that I have plenty of lights on. Your internal rhymes are just fabulous, thrill/fill, light/might etc. Great work here Mell. Sherri	2004-01-17 17:46:06
Inktip	Donna L. Dean	Dear Donna, This is a simple little poem that expresses quite a bit. What does our pens bring forth? You hit the nail on the head with your list, pretty much covered the territory. I seem to never know what will flow from my pen when I sit down to start writing. Sometimes a list can turn into a poem, sometimes my feelings pour out of my pen, sometimes just a short little moment in time becomes a short story or an article. Very interesting take on what comes out of the pen. Sherri	2004-01-17 16:39:50
Michelle	Claire H. Currier	Dear Claire, How much I understand this poem which comes from a Mother's heart. My boys are so special to me, as well as all of my grandchildren. This is a very nice tribute to your daughter that I know comes straight from your heart! Sherri	2004-01-17 16:12:40
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