Excellent. But then I've come to expect that...

I'll be damned, I can't even think of a comment. I'm impressed.

Mores the pity. What's left of him?

I like the imagery, and the last two lines are wonderful, but I can't quite decide whether it has the effect I'd like it to. I can'T offer any detailed explanatio for that, it just doesn't seem quite right. Perhaps it would work better in connection with other poems in a vguely similar style, I don't know. Not my favourite of yours.

I have to agree with K??dresh here. The title is a verse beautiful beyond anything actually in the poem. 'Naive as turnips' is good -- perhaps because it's such an unusual image, and because turnips come across as a naive sort of root, for me it gives the effect of you reaching back to their age and becoming a 7-year-old again.

It's good from middle on (sans cats). Last stanza best of them.

Very nice. The last line is particularly good. I'm not sure about the 'aqua eyes', though -- though I see the image and the progression to the water. The word itself just doesn't seem to flow as well as it could. But that's a piddling detail.

Eek. From my point of view, far from your best. Maybe I just have no taste. The last lines are good (one thing I do like about your poetry, at least that I've read, is that every poem, even if I don't like it, has a saving grace somewhere -- which is not the case with everyone.) Why the extra break between 'In 1 moment' -- 'On sweet...'? And also, why do you never spell out the numbers? Just wondering, it's not a problem or anything.

I like, I like. To be a pedant, it should be 'its', not 'it's' (line 6). A common mistake that really pisses me off.

Hmmm... I really like what your saying, but the way you do far less. The first two lines are magnificent, as is 'Where only your hands...' Is the period at the end of equivalent a note on how to read it aloud or something? I can't find any other explanation for it.

Sorry,I'read something very similar to this before.I remember this because I liked it.Sorry!The last line is only different!you've added that?the poem was anonymous!Was it yours?Please let me know it!your own poems are good enough!If it's yours So 10

Nice,10!

this is very moving :)

actually, nothing was showing up in "recent" unless you edited the piece -- a side effect of my "plagiarism" patch. That has since been fixed.

:( Reminds me of a friend of mine. (See "Whisper Under the Thunder") 10.

Rustic. Lovely images. Last line is missing (of) me thinks. Lines 3&4 of stanzas 2&3 semm unnecessarily redundant.

I love the heavy blankets line, have you thought of leaving it there? the next line subtracts from it.

Hmmm... I rather like it. I have some trouble with the 'Annie' stanza though. First of all, 'I devoured her words like an antidote./While she lay dead as a mackerel,/Murdered by her own hand.' Should the period after 'antidote' be there? If so, the next two lines seem nonsense, as the 'While' refers to nothing. Also, for some reason the Hitler comment doesn't (to me) seem to work, possibly because Hitler did very little of the killing with his own hand. 'Her own Auschwitz' would work better I find (torture camp ending in death, what). Or something. But what do I know

Nice. Nice.

Amusing. 'I own too many shoes' is sheer brilliance. That sentence makes the poem.