W-this is much better; you have brought the ideas to the surface, and now i see tenderness in your thoughts, rather than phrases which which floated atop an empty pond. there is more that can be done to craft this into a better poem. is english your native tongue?

i see you have heeded this advice. the river bend was the most alluring; the whole of it seem like fish strung on a line, but you've got cod mixed with trout and mackerel, and flatfish and sea robins abed with small mouth. i see by your title that all relate to the eve, but i'm not sure how.

i know. god that one was classic, wasn't it? but i had to pull it--part of the terms of the settlement, you know.

i fear neither crow nor cock nor getting laid by the light of dawn's fatal rays.

not,'skeleton'. that ruins everything. SKELLINGTON.

like it. insomnia, a caged beast.

november is the most difficult for me. my knees could flex, my feet could fly, if my will was not leaden when the chill sets in.

jarah, she does not sound like a mom to me. she seems a thinking person, who has challenged us with a riddle. what is queen anne's escape? did you even think about the question? maybe you did, for an instant, but is it just too hard without the pictures and the music to figure out what's going on here?

afternoon, h. don't worry about stupor123; he's a big-badass-comment-deleting braveheart. apparently he knows all about everything, too. oh, and thanks for the good werds last nite. i signed off early...

'wrung the vowels until they rained', indeed. this is swell.

the image is strong but the phrasing does nothing for me.

yes, i agree with baba, but may i suggest a mixological variation on his theme? a chilled foxglove smoothie with a belladonna spike would do the job nicely, and efficiently, if it's 'peace' you're after

sweet dreams, saccharin boy. my dreams tend to be a little more, shall we say, carnal...and that always paints a smile on my slumbering visage

with all those rope images, you may as well just tie him up.

see earlier comment re: digitalis cocktail

even more absurd, in hindsight. but, oh, to revisit, even for a moment, the halcyon, when those oaths were one's lifeblood...

hmm, the last words of each stanza: dark, hard, need, alone...does this activity require a magazine, and a box of tissues as well?

you know, stubar, deleting a person's comment won't help you with this one. again, i say: this teaches me nothing. to fall in love with a person who is tied to another is a soul-rending experience. you piss all over the reader's digest condensed version of it. write about what you know, not what you think you know. your mirror is shallow indeed.

you know, stubar, deleting a person's comment won't help you with this one. again, i say: this teaches me nothing. to fall in love with a person who is tied to another is a soul-rending experience. you piss all over the reader's digest condensed version of it. write about what you know, not what you think you know. your mirror is shallow indeed.

thanks razor. typo fixed.