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You've conveyed all your feelings brilliantly, specially how jobs are seen as defining people, so not having one makes a person a blob. And yet not having a specific shape/a slot to fit into, makes you able to go anywhere, the possibility of...
Very interesting to read his story. I only really knew of him from hearing an interview about how by the time they let working class people into Oxford it was so dummed down there was no point going there, and that the elites never accepted him...
You are quite right Tom, it's just a collection of nature scenes. It's just that I realised that someone from centuries ago could have seen them, too. And while I think of the wood as a beautiful place to go and see the sun and hear the birds....
"There, for a good while, we took pleasure from watching the oystercatchers catching oysters on the mudflats. Oysters, I’d noticed, didn’t run very fast so they didn’t take much catching." Brilliant...
I like the rushing feeling the rhythm of your poem brings, just like the swift changes - in colour, and how many leaves are left, and temperature every day at this time of year. And your words are wonderful, too - I love "crisped by breeze"
With your great writing, I feel sorry for him, too, though? It must be really hard to know there's a way to stop feeling old, but he is going to be too tired and sore even to try soon, swallowed up by the inevitability of time falling suddenly...
"Stars seeded"
Posted on Thu, 15 Nov 2018
"Stars seeded"
"they passed taxis, night buses, lonely punters stumbling on the long walk home."
"the Firth of Forth moving in glittering sheets below them. The bridge lights were reflected in the dark water as if a row of...
Read full commentPosted in Aura (19)
what a great metaphor for
Posted on Wed, 19 Jun 2019
what a great metaphor for aging
We walked the plateau
Flat and scattered green
But now in this desert scape
Dragging our bags behind.
Pink is a halfway colour, isn't it? Unthreatening, which is why it's so scary...
Read full commentPosted in My Favourite Colour's Changed
You've conveyed all your
Posted on Tue, 12 Mar 2019
You've conveyed all your feelings brilliantly, specially how jobs are seen as defining people, so not having one makes a person a blob. And yet not having a specific shape/a slot to fit into, makes you able to go anywhere, the possibility of...
Read full commentPosted in Last Week I Lost My Job (Rimus Dissolutas)
BRILLIANT!!!
Posted on Wed, 20 Feb 2019
BRILLIANT!!! This is absolute magic :0)
love "pale posy bunches" "coin wings" Wow! "seed-bulge" perfect . Also "far beyond their leafing"
well, all of it, really!
Insert, i wasn't sure what the trees across the road...
Read full commentPosted in The fruit of the elm
Very interesting to read his
Posted on Fri, 02 Feb 2018
Very interesting to read his story. I only really knew of him from hearing an interview about how by the time they let working class people into Oxford it was so dummed down there was no point going there, and that the elites never accepted him...
Read full commentPosted in Les Rowse, Philippe and I
You are quite right Tom, it's
Posted on Sun, 17 Sep 2017
You are quite right Tom, it's just a collection of nature scenes. It's just that I realised that someone from centuries ago could have seen them, too. And while I think of the wood as a beautiful place to go and see the sun and hear the birds....
Read full commentPosted in time travelling
Enjoyed this one so much!
Posted on Sat, 08 Nov 2025
Enjoyed this one so much! THANKYOU :0)
"There, for a good while, we took pleasure from watching the oystercatchers catching oysters on the mudflats. Oysters, I’d noticed, didn’t run very fast so they didn’t take much catching." Brilliant...
Read full commentPosted in My Perfect Zombie
I like the rushing feeling
Posted on Thu, 06 Nov 2025
I like the rushing feeling the rhythm of your poem brings, just like the swift changes - in colour, and how many leaves are left, and temperature every day at this time of year. And your words are wonderful, too - I love "crisped by breeze"
Read full commentPosted in Farewell Glows
I feel sorry for him, too,
Posted on Fri, 07 Nov 2025
With your great writing, I feel sorry for him, too, though? It must be really hard to know there's a way to stop feeling old, but he is going to be too tired and sore even to try soon, swallowed up by the inevitability of time falling suddenly...
Read full commentPosted in The Leaf Blower - Part 3
This is Poem of the Week!
Posted on Wed, 05 Nov 2025
This is Poem of the Week! Congratulations!
Read full commentPosted in Put The Sword Down
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