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As your words so are you.Beautiful and eternal. ...........o

This has a softness to it that gives a calmness when reading it. Beautiful pictures especially with this stanza: Pastels of light reach canopy painting nature With one luminous golden strand My favorite. ~~~~~~~~~ Be whoever you are At all times, and Remember that Because of this, people will Always Respect, and Admire you ©2008Leonard Respectfully Yours, Barbara

A glimmer of a different facade of our much cherished Jayne. I so love how your work is so different, a very grown up awareness in this one Jayne, beautiful. The poem within the poem was beautifully balanced and visually very pleasing. The sea breeze wafted toward me at the very end allowing me to almost smell the salt in the air. With much respect for your growth Well done with spotlight Seabhac

fantastic poem seren Loved the "rachmoninoff" reference to the sound am at the mall busy sunday must keep going thank you

Oh and the sounds and scents of Australia are coming to us with the cockatoos, opossum's and flamingo's the colours send their pastel tints into the sheets of rain washed bush, their brightness in the greys shine as does you poem through the mists of far away from where I sit ,and contemplate the black of night, while you in Summered dresses enjoy the rain, the rain so good for all in hot countries. "the conjuring of disrobing life," ......humour "a symphony of rain wavers a brook Rachmaninoff’s" ......music "Pastels of light reach canopy painting nature With one luminous golden strand" .........water colour with the surprise of the one gold strand beautiful "opossum crawling nose scampers retreat, as alien scents reach downwind".....scurry of observed nature "cockatoos Stark flamingo serenade, into the pink disc"......surprise of a pink sun/CD "salt cracks from my face at my feet 　 free"............a little surreal Oh what do we say to you as you serenade us with Rachmaninov, with the nose of the little animals the movements of the rain, the oh so many such beautiful images that fill the mind with their presence as we read I love to see and hear and feel this one Jayne. Your development of ideas sparking off the flowered sprays of sections, we are indeed in the land of the opals, the many coloured stones, their magic has washed off onto you. My love to you dear Jayne from Ann XX

LOOOVE it... Great work.. Again i felt peace and something i cant explain.. hmm... when i figure it out i will let you know.. but dont wait cause it might take a while.. Lmao just wonderful.. no wonder its in the running.. :P Take care and hugs..

Often those choosing it can fall into the trap of leaving the reader's comprehension stuck in the deliberate gaps unable to complete the suggested images but you have done extremely well in revealing them in their true glory to us. Of course you always expect me to make some suggested changes and so here they are. In the verse below I felt the imagery and the intended meaning of entropy (order changing to disorder in isolated elements of nature) needed just a little more of an expansion so: a symphony of rain wavers. A spattered brook fingers Rachmaninoff. Nature's isolation clinched in entropy. Next, "reach canopy" did not feel quite right to me so perhaps: Pastels of light canopy reach (or stretch) In the verse below again I felt it needed just a little touch more detail...only a touch... cockatoo’s Stark flamingo serenade, played into drowning pink orb not quite sure I like "disrobing" life. Because you use uproar in the next verse perhaps you might consider "teeming" but if you want to stick with undressing then maybe "unveiling" or "unfettered". Again am not entirely sure about "peaceful uproar" although it is a powerful juxtaposition. How about "peace in uproar"? Just some thoughts as always Love and hugs Keith

Tears fill my eyes too. Emotions can set us free. Loved everything about this poem. Love from Lyz. XX

Really sweet write Jayne, but you do write so well. P.S very glad you didnt have to pass any bricks lol.... Best regards Stu

I wanted to give this work of verse a more thorough going over as this morph is notable. I agree with the professor on one point. the connectiveness of the metophoric image to bring the reader to the desired place of understanding.This is desireable but should not be subordinant to the writers poetic instincts.That which makes each writer unique can never be fully comprehended anyway.But there is that cominality which allows us to look over the shoulder and say yea I know what you mean in a deeper sense.So there is that balance. And yes we do all want to be understood. But the plain fact is in this life none of us ever will be fully. That having been said. This poem is you Jayne. Your love of the natural world is deeply reflected and you acomplish your purpose of using these metaphors to reach in to your deeper feelings to extract a truth.You are on the right path.To see outward clearly one must look inward to clear the way. It is not important for us to understand every detail of your journey. Your love is a clear path. As a reader I am going to give you my interpretation of the most beautiful stanza. "A symphony of rain wavers A brook rockmoninoff's The clinch of entropy" Rain,music water- symbolic of life wavers.entopy.symbolic of this human condition. Doubt fears transitions I am human.I see so much beauty in the world. I see the natural process the cycle of life and death and I am afraid yet there is love that transends fear.And there is more. This is how I see it.find yourself and you find the heart of poetry.You are well on your way. .....o

Dam JC there are always so many comments on your poetry . OK this poem is another step that you have reach I'm so happy to read this poem . It's so clean ,the structure is universal , even the spacing is different. No magical beings , no visual pictures of the beautiful landscape. It is the meaning of [ less is more] LOV2U PRESS

Words can not express,how I feel about this poem.Beautiful is all I can say. Love, Elizabeth

"Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature and itself"   William Hazlitt Robert Frost who said “A poem shouldn't explain a thing. It must become the thing”. "I was just reading a poem of robert frosts freaky lol … the raw naked truth can sometimes be scary but the best poems come from that place … when we open our hearts and minds just a crack … sometimes its a pouring sometimes its a leaking … however we write? its ourselves … good or bad poetry ? the effort is there … its a poem,everything can change and improve even crap poetry and mine still is lol and then every now and then? I get a goody and it makes it all worth while …" Ann-Oh Jayne and O you have said it so well, described the act of the poem being born, its suchness its essences and its flow, not all poetry comes like this, to some it is a drudge after the initial thoughts have been established but I thank my lucky stars( for everything) for the fact that i too feel as you do about this, they come like manna from the heavens and are there in front of me, good, bad or indifferent, as they may be, they just ARE. Poetry must have something in it that is barbaric, vast and wild.   Denis Diderot   Poetry, whose material is language, is perhaps the most human and least worldly of the arts, the one in which the end product remains closest to the thought that inspired it.   Hannah Arendt   Poetry makes nothing happen. It survives in the valley of its saying.   Maxine Kumin   Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them.    Dennis Gabor   Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before.   Audre Lorde   Poetry is important. No less than science, it seeks a hold upon reality, and the closeness of its approach is the test of its success.   Babette Deutsch     A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep.    Salman Rushdie     Poetry is, above all, an approach to the truth of feeling . . .. A fine poem will seize your imagination intellectually—that is, when you reach it, you will reach it intellectually too— but the way is through emotion, through what we call feeling.   Muriel Rukeyser     Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. ( OH MY OH MY!!! perhaps we should all write a poem on cheese!!!Ann)   G.K. Chesterton     Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.   Percy Bysshe Shelley       Poetry is like making a joke. If you get one word wrong at the end of a joke, you’ve lost the whole thing.   W.S. Merwin     Poetry is a search for ways of communication; it must be conducted with openness, flexibility, and a constant readiness to listen.   Fleur Adcock     Poetry is at least an elegance and at most a revelation.   Robert Fitzgerald           Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement . . . says heaven and earth in one word . . . speaks of himself and his predicament as though for the first time.   Christopher Fry     Poetry isn’t a profession, it’s a way of life. It’s an empty basket; you put your life into it and make something out of that.   Mary Oliver     Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.   Robert Frost     Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.   Joseph Roux     Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity—it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.   John Keats     Poetry is the only life got, the only work done, the only pure product and free labor of man, performed only when he has put all the world under his feet, and conquered the last of his foes.   Henry David Thoreau     A poem begins with a lump in the throat.   Robert Frost   Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.   T.S. Eliot     Language is fossil poetry.   Ralph Waldo Emerson     Poetry operates by raising our curiosity, engaging the mind by degrees to take an interest in the event, keeping that event suspended, and surprising at last with an unexpected catastrophe.   Sir Joshua Reynolds     I write poetry in order to live more fully.   Judith Rodriguez     For women . . . poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of light within which we can predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives.   Audre Lorde     Writing poetry is the hard manual labor of the imagination.   Ishmael Reed       For poetry, he’s past his prime, He takes an hour to find a rhyme; His fire is out, his wit decayed, His fancy sunk, his muse a jade. I’d have him throw away his pen, But there’s no talking to some men.     Jonathan Swift   Good poetry could not have been otherwise written than it is. The first time you hear it, it sounds rather as if copied out of some invisible tablet in the Eternal mind than as if arbitrarily composed by the poet.   Ralph Waldo Emerson     You campaign in poetry. You govern in prose.   Mario Cuomo     All good poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.   William Wordsworth   For poetry was all written before time was, and whenever we are so finely organized that we can penetrate into that region where the air is music, we hear those primal warblings, and attempt to write them down, but we lose ever and anon a word, a verse, and substitute something of our own, and thus miswrite the poem.   Ralph Waldo Emerson     If there were no poetry on any day in the world, poetry would be invented that day. For there would be an intolerable hunger.   Muriel Rukeyser     When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.   John Fitzgerald Kennedy     A speech is poetry: cadence, rhythm, imagery, sweep! A speech reminds us that words, like children, have the power to make dance the dullest beanbag of a heart.   Peggy Noonan     . . . it is through poetry that we give name to those ideas which are—until the poem—nameless and formless, about to be birthed, but already felt.   Audre Lorde     Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.   Don Marquis     Yet poetry, though the last and finest result, is a natural fruit. As naturally as the oak bears an acorn, and the vine a gourd, man bears a poem, either spoken or done. It is the chief and most memorable success, for history is but a prose narrative of poetic deeds.   Henry David Thoreau     The sources of poetry are in the spirit seeking completeness.   Muriel Rukeyser     Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.    Carl Sandburg     To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie—
True Poems flee—     Emily Dickinson     Most people ignore most poetry because most poetry ignores most people.   Adrian Mitchell     Breathe-in experience, 
breathe-out poetry.     Muriel Rukeyser     The crown of literature is poetry. It is its end and aim. It is the sublimest activity of the human mind. It is the achievement of beauty and delicacy. The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes.   W. Somerset Maugham     At certain times, men regard poetry merely as a bright flame, but to women it was, and always will be, a warm fire.   Franz Grillparzer     Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.   Jean Cocteau     Prose—it might be speculated—is discourse; poetry ellipsis. Prose is spoken aloud; poetry overheard. The one is presumably articulate and social, a shared language, the voice of “communication”; the other is private, allusive, teasing, sly, idiosyncratic as the spider’s delicate web, a kind of witchcraft unfathomable to ordinary minds.   Joyce Carol Oates     It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.   George Gordon Noel Byron     A poet must never make a statement simply because it is sounds poetically exciting; he must also believe it to be true.   W.H. Auden   Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.     Mark Strand     Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.   Leonard Cohen     At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet. (Ah yes)   Plato     Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.   Carl Sandburg     Reality only reveals itself when it is illuminated by a ray of poetry.   Georges Brague     There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it.   Gustave Flaubert     Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge.   William Wordsworth     Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.   Rita Dove      Do you know how poetry started? I always think that it started when a cave boy came running back to the cave, through the tall grass, shouting as he ran, “Wolf, wolf,” and there was no wolf. His baboon-like parents, great sticklers for the truth, gave him a hiding, no doubt, but poetry had been born—the tall story had been born in the tall grass.   Vladimir Nabokov     Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-headed child.   Carl Sandburg     Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.   Kahlil Gibran     The job of the poet is to render the world-to see it and report it without loss, without perversion. No poet ever talks about feelings. Only sentimental people do.   Mark Van Doren     There's no money in poetry, but there's no poetry in money, either.   Robert Graves       A poem should not mean But be.     Archibald MacLeish     Science sees signs; Poetry the thing signified.   Augustus and Julius Hare     I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.   Pablo Neruda     It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.   Stephen Mallarme     Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.   Robert Frost     Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.   Plato     "Therefore" is a word the poet must not know.    André Gide     The office of poetry is not to make us think accurately, but feel truly.   Frederick William Robertson      You don't have to suffer to be a poet. Adolescence is enough suffering for anyone.   John Ciardi     Poetry is like fish: if it's fresh, it's good; if it's stale, it's bad; and if you're not certain, try it on the cat.   Osbert Sitwell     Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.    Carl Sandburg     You can tear a poem apart to see what makes it tick . . .. You're back with the mystery of having been moved by words. The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps . . . so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.   Dylan Thomas     The essentials of poetry are rhythm, dance, and the human voice.   Earle Birney     Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.   Thomas Gray     Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.    Novalis     For me, poetry is an impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind.   Maxwell Bodenheim     Poetry is all nouns and verbs.   Marianne Moore     Poetry is ordinary language raised to the n th power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.   Paul Engle     A poet can survive everything but a misprint.    Oscar Wilde     Poetry is not a profession, it is a destiny.   Mikhail Dudan     The poem is the point at which our strength gave out.     Richard Rosen     Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.   Robert Frost     Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.   William Hazlitt     A poem is never finished, only abandoned.    Paul Valéry     Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.    Percy Shelley     Poets are soldiers that liberate words from the steadfast possession of definition.    Eli Khamarov     My favorite poem is the one that starts 'Thirty days hath September” because it actually tells you something.   Groucho Marx     If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.    Thomas Hardy     Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.    Percy Byshe Shelley     We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.  We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.  And the human race is filled with passion.  And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.  But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.    from Dead Poet's Society     Poetry is life distilled.    Gwendolyn Brooks     Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.    Edgar Allan Poe     Poetry is man's rebellion against being what he is.    James Branch Cabell     There is poetry as soon as we realize that we possess nothing.    John Cage     A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else is just a footnote.    Yevgeny Yevtushenko       The only problem with Haiku is that you just get started and then     Roger McGough     To have great poets there must be great audiences too.    Walt Whitman     Poetry: the best words in the best order.   Samuel Taylor Coleridge     Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out . . .. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.    A.E. Housman     I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.    Carl Sandburg     You can't write poetry on the computer.    Quentin Tarantino     God is the perfect poet.    Robert Browning     The poem . . . is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see—it is, rather, a light by which we may see—and what we see is life.    Robert Penn Warren     Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.    Carl Sandburg     Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows.    Edmund Burke     He who writes prose builds his temple to Fame in rubble; he who writes verses builds it in granite.    Edward Bulwer-Lytton     Poetry, like the moon, does not advertise anything.    William Blissett     I regard a love for poetry as one of the most needful and helpful elements in the life-outfit of a human being. It was the greatest of blessings to me, in the long days of toil to which I was shut in much earlier than most young girls are, that the poetry I held in my memory breathed its enchanted atmosphere through me and around me, and touched even dull drudgery with its sunshine.   Lucy Larcom     (Lucy Larcom was born in 1824. When her father died, the family moved to Lowell, Massachusetts. There Lucy became a textile mill worker at the age of 11.) I can take this away later ut i didn't wish to cut any of it out if you see what I mean, dear jayne and Orphani/Barry said theirs so well and i praise them for that because what they said came from their hearts. Love to all who write poetry Ann    

You SEE its gone! I will leave it if you write me a poem about cheese dear Jayne !!!!!! G.K.Chesterton was in on something there I think. Like Brecht, or was it Beckett writing a theatrical piece around a boot, Oh boot, why are you boot you are so boot... what? That's only me of course going off into daydreams about the play which I barely remember and which I, with a group of other mimers did a performance of just this theme, our own, inspired be the original. That was huge fun doing mimes on odd themes and this was only in a class for Dance Drama, sometimes it was a piece of music that was the theme and each saw it in different ways, then we enacted the thoughts after some minute discussion, and in the black painted walled room, in the floodlights here and there, we enacted improvised descriptions of a drama in small groups created then and there, and some of them were so stunningly wonderful, only seen that one time, like improvised Jazz or anything else for that matter, what gems of acting, sometimes with sounds or even words, we discovered, uncovered and then they were gone!!! Such interaction of talents and ideas was truly an unfolding of the wondrous nature of man, and if you translate this you can see the parallel with the creation of poetry, its sudden impulse sending the pulse pulsating and there on the page is an expression........................ in words of a poem. ( Maybe I finished like this I DON'T KNOW!!!!) Its no laughing matter!! OH BIG SWEARWORD! It got away the rest of this as the internet cut out from this end so I leave it frustrated to hell and back because I thought I had a good tale well told and its GONE! I did think that I had copied all of it but.................NONNONONO. Damn it. To you dear Jayne from Ann, the troll in the Norwegian forest, the one with the figure that looks like the roots of a fallen tree, her hair is the songs of birds that have been pulled, like the threads of spiders webs, her eyes are the size of dinner plates, her nose as long as a broom stick, her robes of the most vivid velvet green moss, her teeth those of the moose, her face, ah would that I could describe it, no one has ever seen it and probably no one ever will, as it to this day it has been hidden in the dark Snip, snap, snute saa er historien ute. .......(The end of every fairy tale in Norwegian.) (Love to O.Molly too som kan forstaa mer en folk flest her ikke sant Molly?)

jeppers that was the longest scroll down to get some unwritten comment space ever this is strong i love the single words between stanza that really caught my attention v good write ,,,,,,,,,,,ziggy