This isn't bad it does have a few things holding it back. you can get rid of the Ands altogether. Then you can expand the to've into to have. I enjoy the lines --we give ourselves away...---For love and I ... Personally I've never tried coing that whole abbaabb..thing so you get points for accomplishing that. I still think it could be better. 6

He was a big mate of Robert Frost - might be the best way of first approaching him in the US, I don't know how well known he is in his own right out there. I hope you'll love him anyway. I think he and I are quite similar.

I can relate to that whole 'understanding my own confusion'. I know enough about biology and brains and hormones to explain why we have so much trouble getting on in this world. I know I've heard his name, but I don't think I've had the pleasure. I'll look him up at the library.

an impressive picture.write in the same vain.hope you success.

an impressive picture.write in the same vein.hope you success.

Happy you!

This is certainly deranged, but I think it's quite funny.

Though credit where credit's due - 'keybored' was originally somebody else's word. Can't remember who. Frass? Nentwined? Can't remember... but I do remember commenting on it and saying I didn't like it, so there.

It's an interesting angle, but the u's are horrible. So is 'million/billion years' - decide which.

I like this - it's good to see old forms being used, and the meditation on love is also a very fitting thing for a sonnet. The 'to've' I don't like - shoe-horning it in to keep the metre - but apart from that this is really good.

Thanks for the explanation. I sort of guessed it must be something like that. Do I believe? Not really. But then, I have no imagination. I just assume that peole evolved from some primeval swamp (about which we know nothing) and now wear suits and live in houses and get on with things and the governments are full fo smiling people who just want us to have fun and ice cream. The truth is out there somewhere but I expect it's very boring. Good God where did that all come from? By the way did you see my poem 'To Edward Thomas' - in commemoration of my finishing my PhD thesis on him today. Yes, this very day. Hoorah!

I could not resist the whole canoe/pepper/pea brain moment...how delicious

This always seems to happen...I really like the first two stanzas of this, I like the structure that reverses itself and some of your descriptions (desecrations?) are spot on - Family, for instance, and Alzheimer's. It's powerful stuff. But then it just seems to go mad and I lose interest. Sorry.

I quite like your silver moon refrain, but I think this could do with being shorter and less rhetorical. Give us a sense of this person and what they've done for you, and then we'll feel it more.

Cheers! Dr. Christof,that's fantastic! I'm sure you'll be making oodles of pounds (hey, theres no symbol for English currency on my keyboard!)now. Are you going to teach? Yes I like this poem. I did get lost in the 3rd stanza, don't know what a biro is, (a pen brand)and then it's all gladly and clouds and leaving books scattered. Why do the planes like pewits make you go? So tell me, you must know alot about this fellow, what do you like best about your Lord Thomas

Do you not have Biros in the States? Wow, I took them for granted. The pewits is a specific Thomas thing - his poem 'Pewits' has them flying over the land the lords of all they survey, both earth and sky - and the fact that it is planes, not birds, that do this, without shattering the strong vision of England that Thomas had in his pre-plane days, inspires me to lve him and therefore go to the archive in Cardiff. Presto!

I can't say what I like best about him really - I think it's his refusal to go for easy answers. Everything's always blurred, neither one thing nor the other. He really understands his own confusion and see that life is lived not in absolutes but in conditionals. But he believes 100% in the power of poetry to illuminate and transform. he's great. Read the man!

Oh, yes we must give credit where credit it due. Me thought the keybored so clever I just had to mock it along with all the angst suicide poems. The more your life fades into a virtual state and you spend here among the cyber literary culture, the more this poem sheds its profundities.

But it's going off to its death! How cruel!

This is pure escapism, but it is lovely and wistful