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first day in senior school
Rain heavy air, clear, fresh colours drenched. I walk through clinging grasses like hands welcoming. Summer condensing on twig ends in rowan berries...
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calm before
trunk tethered galaxies of leaves wild weaves, wind owned. Waist high, light grained grasses spray. Green-good air an open mouth, bird-fled, waits...
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a sort of green
in autumn small, three-toed green, lizard dry stampedes down the steps' side dark green cloaking concrete with rustling possibilities or, lushly...
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LOVED this poem Rhiannon :0)
Posted on Thu, 31 Dec 2020
LOVED this poem Rhiannon :0)
"A boo – k, oh good:
they open and shut
and you can stagger about
to give them to someone, or hide them"
Made me smile, you are so wonderfully wise at knowing/remembering how a young...
Read full commentPosted in Toddler opening presents
I love the idea of violin
Posted on Thu, 31 Dec 2020
I love the idea of violin sound raining down, also the suspended energy of deep double base,made me think of a great big lazy brass bright lion :0)
You have given words to the qualities of these instruments' sounds like turning a crystal...
Read full commentPosted in Symphony Of Emotions
This is a brilliant contrast,
Posted on Tue, 22 Dec 2020
This is a brilliant contrast, those who were once beasts of burden, but whose enjoyment of living brings joy while reinforcing our link with nature, the delight of children in the newborn foals. And their replacements, robots, small, vulnerable...
Read full commentPosted in The Horses of Wooldale Road
This seems very sad to me,
Posted on Mon, 21 Dec 2020
This seems very sad to me, particularly the last line, the only certainty in your poem full of words about change - precarious, maybe, dripping, melting. Yet there is warmth all the way through - the snow can't get inside, where the cat is so...
Read full commentPosted in At Christmas
This makes me want to cry, it
Posted on Sun, 20 Dec 2020
This makes me want to cry, it is so beautiful. Insert is right, it can be read over and over, I have and it's always magic
Hope you have a brilliant Christmas and new year
Read full commentPosted in Morning
Cedars are serene! Many years
Posted on Wed, 23 Dec 2020
Cedars are serene! Many years ago there used to be one on a walk I went on. I was trespassing, and always worried I would be told off, but under this tree the idea of ownership seemed irrelevent :0)
I like this :
"resolving...
Read full commentPosted in Deodar Tree
I liked your poem :0) Though
Posted on Tue, 15 Dec 2020
I liked your poem :0) Though this has occured often when helping out at toddler group or primary school, never with my son! However, now he has a computer he has learned to persevere :0) Enjoying these mam gu diaries very much
Read full commentPosted in A new achievement @16 months
I love the last line! Also
Posted on Mon, 14 Dec 2020
I love the last line! Also how you think of the tiny moving warmth of the snowbunting in that huge openness, its heart beating under the sky. And "delicate shivers" is wonderful, too, made my back tingle, The idea of how old the mountains are,...
Read full commentPosted in Langdale Pikes In Winter
Am so glad you have got out
Posted on Mon, 14 Dec 2020
Am so glad you have got out to see your countryside and be inspired to write another beautiful poem! And your photo is gorgeous too. What does the word Lugg sound like? Reading, I was rhyming it with chug, like it was part of a huge gleaming...
Read full commentPosted in Near Mortimer’s Cross, Herefordshire 12/12/20
No sounds in this poem. It
Posted on Sat, 12 Dec 2020
No sounds in this poem. It seems very peaceful and airy and languid, like dying in ibis spell would be like slipping gently under warm water and finding you could breathe. I do like and admire how you create feeling in your poems, giving an idea...
Read full commentPosted in Ibis
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