Reminds me of Rob Roy, I liked it.

I find myself agreeing with Horus - I preferred the story simply told and without the editorial comment at the end. 'Cos this story is beautiful, a scene complete and fragrant.

I especially like the middle stanza - this is very generous hearted.

I'm liking it; but, get hung up on "...WHAT tarry to see". Very Dylan Thomas-like; whose work I adore. What is a "hause"?

Sweet stuff; I'm reminded of Rob Roy, from the movie, before all that dang 'have at you' and such.

Waste. Not waist. His love won't come back. He probably isn't worth it either. Don't you value yourself enough to live without him?

I thought sonntes were written in Iambic pentametre, which this isn't, the sprung rhythm combines with the obscure language usage amd distracted imagery to make it a difficult read.

Never-the-less, living in the neighbourhood can't be much fun just at the moment.

Apologies accepted, I still don't understand it.

Apologies accepted, I still don't understand it.

This starts well but soon loses itself, the god and the bad is in the rhythm, and the lack of it.

perhaps i am wrong to vote. nah. my pleasure. 0.with no butter or maple syrup. you left me very little choice, but to eat your dry, bland, and pointless waffle. perhaps once i'e sense. than again i don't see how.

I can't really relate to what is being put forth by this, so I don't really know what to say. Unusual overuse of question marks.

i left my cracker-jack decoder on my gerbal's saddle bags, forgive me....here take my donut. 0. p.s. welcome back.f

for the love of god, please take out the parenthesied stuff. it wrecks this beautiful piece. no offense to him, but...leave a little fucking mystery could you. jesus. thanks for dillon the other night. wow. fuck. tell mathew i said i owe him one..

Adam it was your mum that was giving me the look!

you is da baddest gangsta rosie i dont know weather to kiss yer or eat yer

Once again I am stymied by my lack of Spanish (Something to do with land and motherhood?) But I lvoe the vision - 'shimmer of humming' is exquisite.

Scott Neville, I happen to know that UA was with your mother last night and every night before. This is a wicked poem you dirty boy. Face it you are so gay, with Rosie!

This is very sly, zin.