Lament

it seems that many of the spelling and grammatical traditions have been dropped early on for a simplified, standardised set that have been used throughout the new states to date. I am not aware of the dates but it would appear that they worked on it consistently from day one, with readers and lexicons, workbooks, and such, from decade to decade. I may be wrong, but that was the impression I got from English studies in the U.S.

this one was filled with a hint of sadness, nostalgia and calm melancholy I have come to associate with your poetry.

I identify with that, and enjoy the poem. The metre was not consistent, but the reading was natural.

This is really something else your writing of late has been superb there are some great lines in this one but my favourite stanza is the last beautiful beautiful beautiful

To walk that lonely strip of land
Where Angels beckon a soul to stand
At heaven’s gate for the an eternity.
Two hearts are broken, the pipers fee.

Bravo

with love always JC xxx

A couple of niggles. You know I have a thing about inversion for rhyme
A love torn youth the tears freely did fall,
A single note on his ears they did call

Also
At heaven’s gate for the an eternity.
Two hearts are broken, the pipers fee.
marries a weak (unstressed) rhyme with a strong (stressed) rhyme, which is part of the meter irregularity William referred to.

Actually for a poem without a strong metric style is does generally flow very well.

Good one.

Turned away by her harsh father for her choice of boyfriend. Unacceptable to the family.
So completely misunderstood until I read about the dead poets society which I think was from a bygone era?
Agrred with Jess.Actually too much agreeing with Jess but loved the mistaken concept of mine rather than the dead poets society

When the pipes play one can't help but think of tragedy. I (gasp!) agree with Jess about the Yoda speak. Minor inversions can be fine but the 6th line is pretty seviere. Now last line can be remedied easily by deleting "are". A lovely sad poem.............stan

you are the only one who renders the bestest comment
so continue will you

don't complain
now I've read you too...

Like a ballad, the title too, Lament,
I hear it; and you sing it well Ian.

Hope you are warm yourself, here its cold.
Love Ann of the north.

This poem reminds me of the lone piper who played
in Glencoe, every evening as the sun went down,
I think it was, later for the tourists, but every day
until he died. My sister would know his name etc.
living in Scotland.

Every New Year one hears them in the night sky.
My sisters grandchild played them this year.

Love Ann.