Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 08/29/09 at 07:35 PM This is going in my favorites too.I absolutely love the flow of this poem. The words just roll off the tongue with such smooth rhythm.But I also love the way you employed those key novel words here and there which gives this such a unique distinct quality that is so Elizabeth Jill. I love your work and you! |
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/29/09 at 08:53 PM Beauteous poem. I feel this struggling in the storms of fate, while greatly falling in the falling wait, I choose this firm cloud that I may also fly through these airy rings of love.
I hope the dessert course is another Eden. Thank you for this. Superb write. |
Posted by Laura Doom on 08/29/09 at 11:07 PM threw me, then through me |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/30/09 at 01:26 AM You live in rooms I wish to wander, in words I can only try to speak. Thank you. |
Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 08/30/09 at 03:24 AM I don't understand this, but I feel it. Nice! |
Posted by Tony Whitaker on 08/30/09 at 03:32 AM Happiness is that state of consciousness which proceeds from the achievement of one's values. Your brilliant achievement in these few words vets your values in volumes! |
Posted by Jo Halliday on 08/30/09 at 12:30 PM The extraordinary play of words makes this challenging even after multiple reads; and meanings emerge every time. It's a joyful read, and what a felicity with words, with language! |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/30/09 at 01:25 PM I love the title (evokes a sense of forbode), and the haunting text that follows. Congrats once again at hitting No. 1 Jill. |
Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 09/03/09 at 06:33 PM A hint of mystery and may hem, the invite and then the descriptive vesre as if describing ones person,relationship. I really like this. You are amazing. smh |
Posted by William Brunk on 11/18/09 at 10:11 PM this piece plays with me...excellent |
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/22/09 at 12:46 PM one is never quite the same after getting hit with this judo chop. If I am a tree I am felled and in no rush to stand erect and re-connect to the base or the roots but gladly toted to the wood shop and be as glad to be turned into knick knack. |
Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/03/10 at 01:35 AM I like the rhymes and the sounds of the words... especially pell and fell. Pell makes me think of pelted. I loved that last stanza. A treat to read. Thanks. |
Posted by JD Clay on 07/17/10 at 07:33 PM I'm still falling into your multifaceted verse, EJ. You are as diverse as the mind is wide. Your use of syntax here is couragious and well-founded. It's a complex yet simplistic poem that melds the poetic spirit with each and ever word. Truly spectacular! |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/12/16 at 09:26 PM Good to see this as POTD! |