Falling for comfort

A lyrical love poem. Who would not want envelopment in such gentle mists. I think that is a continuing attraction of your style. I reviewed my individual notes and found them all to be positive. I have made some comments opposite the lines below. On the river bank beside my dream You sat so quiet, unperturbed And from the water where I floated, cumulus distorted [nice cloud twist] I could see the hole in you, though undisturbed As if you never noticed, - you were smiling [very good juxtaposition] Things like that don’t matter, when you’re pleasure dream compiling [very nice] But in the distance I could hear the call “Wake me up before I drown here - Pull me from the sinking weighted colours here that bind me – Kiss me softly like a fairy tale recovery, [I like the method] I will follow you forever” But I began to rain and could not reach you [lovely turn of phrase] All I could do was whisper “You can bring yourself around – Never fear the river and it’s waters – Breathe softly with the sound [good] You have no need of some strange baggage porter Carry this yourself, just climb the ladder to the sky[like "you can" to a child] Know your heart between the blessing of your good intentions and your dream to fly” [here the approach to universal instruction] Then you were climbing to your feet To follow paths of ancient, convoluted wilderness The hollow at your centre like a ghostly well of loss [also universal] I kissed you with my morning mist And knew that you are true You found the ladder and I fell to you [terrific]

i miss the line breaks and sometimes your thoughts jump flowing for three lines and beginning anew the poem is good a difficult subject i know it personaly well just makes me stumble and Im spoiled from some of the classics I still think your a damn great poet

The wonders of poetry feeds my imagination, when I read yours it takes me on drifts that keep me wondering in good poetry. PHENOM:T.S

ha I meant your classics Anni! was in a hurry when I was writing this had to tidy up this room today get supper cooked and do laundry had a good sleep though my poems are not the greatest lately but I am messing about really bought this Thesaurus but its crappy too a good one is very expensive and I cant be bothered to look online i like the hard copy and hate spell check because Ill never learn the word Joy Divison were a good band and still are I think and feel I look at the clouds when Im on Sobey Bench the south exposure at the afternoon and think about you always knowing what others opinions are from what comes out of them literally after awhile its tiring and old game but you I know there is more anyway a good poem and after reading it again I dont mind the jumps im just so used to your other styles

Sometimes it is better if we carry our own baggage, but we just like to know that someone is there. We really don't want help with it, just want to know that there is someone there who knows what we are feeling, and you made me feel. Gee.

Sometimes im at a loss for words when I comment on people's poems.Perhaphs I sound uneducated when I just say how much I love a poem without really adding my two cents worth in.No Im not uneducated I just want to give my opinion on rather I like something or not. This was just beautiful. Oh and incidently, It bothers the hell out of me when people decide to rewrite shit for you, or tell you you should have added this, or done this, or whatever. This is poetry not a bunch of fucking book reports!

a young canadian juno winner I remember reading always the liner notes YEs the young ones and they are so wild and intelligent and not bitter nothing more of a waste then the set attitudes they are flexible and moving as I say Im going back over earlier comments we had before the fires and I find you the most profound and deeply caring soul and as you see have written much comment on here as we did and as I will try to keep up I imagine if Richard Bach were to write something here he may be in danger One of my favourite books in youth and I loved his flower decorated ex military jet plane he flew Serena loves the work I do and I know you do as I love yours the new growing fondly to me also

Wow, I read this one at least 5 times over and over...this write hit home in many ways, and I am the biggest fan of saying things without saying them. EXCELLENT write!

i hav always found your poems to be full of verve excitement and able to get responses neo had taken a trouncing of its own doing lately that s good im here still as I was in many systems it was my work then but this poem is great still Even though you have moved on You had so much to give and say and the others just wanted to go on and on with nothing as they still do however Im still here missing this of you You were more you know then the usual casual you will always be more in my heart! With Love Orgami

"I could see the hole in you, though undisturbed" This is a wonderful line, as is the entire poem. "“Wake me up before I drown here - Pull me from the sinking weighted colours here that bind me –" I also like this one. Your poetry is very deep. You like clouds and water, but the water is always ominous for you, yet in some way soothing, like it would be sweet relief to sink underwater where the realities are blurred. I haven't been in here for a while. I hope you're well. The note above from Orgami made me wonder. Always, Deelilah