I like your writing
and feel this is how people read
mine at times
not too compare
but the pondering

suffice to say that libations with the spirits
has been a downfall for me
jager..i remember that
the wealth days
single days
young

loved the heaviness
(still do)
how can one fly
but it works
for some
bukowski
plath
sexton fought
so much

sugar

love the names
the descripts

breath..see the dew
fall..
ghosts and goblins

beautifully written
I can feel the edge
slipping somewhere

a cork pops somewhere

listening to Jim Morrison
vids..plowing through
my storms....writing
reading
middle of something
new far away

dry as a prairie in
lightnin season

oh excellent poem
of course

Mr Esker~

it would be fitting...the toast is the old island tradition..I know nothing of my
scottish past save our name was Eagle..I assumed it was native but some
say it could have been of the island...there are in my sideburn and beard
the red of hair and they say that comes from Neanderthals which the vikings
recieved the helping of the gene...and of course the mead.honey and cultured
arts which they were most splendid at!! Gaelic..what a language! a wee doch a darrow
a singer we listened too...wow...havent had that memory in ages...
Lorreena mckinna.....well bonnie lassie tis a grand peom!

thank U!

Now climbing the bottle so high
acting civil
my hands spill as I sit

breathing too see the dew
holding back from you whom
breathes

Gasping for some air
the jager messes with me..

..I like your poem the way it is
and the gaelic inflections in translation
are varied with each area
but in my primitive way
trying to wrend out the read i a
transition that I would apply to
my works...oh dear persona poet
alter here!!
this is what I just cribbed out fast
but I am tired..been a long day
but you ask and I must comply

will return morrow!

Now climbing the bottle so high

where upon in my head
where I work things

Now climb the bottle high
(from eight to five)
acting civil..
trying ..to acting..civil
are two actions to me
and trying in the flow
is efforted like Pry ing
and gaelic is snubbed
up its like morse code

ha..try coming up with a language
that is stealthy and in a windy place
as the isles!! that can be heard
on the sea and land

in actuality in the re read of this
your form is bang on...first two lines
match on all approachs
and the last three trailing lines are
balance on paragraphs
as I said I like your poem and work

my changes phonetically affect everything
the beat of this or meter or whatever its called
wavelengths...ha

your work is above mine for sure girl!

Mr Esker!

form structure your poem is excellent...I think...im an old fuss budget
sometimes...
I write because I knew the rules and then just bent everything to work
hacked much...(listens carefully..yah uha) then happily bangs away
on poem with mashed together ryhme form rules meter...
like chitty chitty bang bangs car....
but your works inspire me...
so we do here create much from each other...
awesome!!

thank U

But I love Scotch
and Red ....White and Black Labels
whenever some one offers
one or two..
I can't afford any
so I am not offered
by many

but I'd like you to correct

a breath or two
breathe and breath
are words two
and
it's a typo all knew

just as it is,
yet you suggested you might do some revisions. Not got round to it?
I often don't.
I'm not suggesting your work is flawed but when mine is, clearly so, I often find it hard to make the necessary changes.