| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/22/13 at 04:44 PM A very nice write and it sounds as if you are in the same boat with holes that the rest of us hold onto. It points toward the middle of the ocean rather than the shore and the water just gets deeper. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/23/13 at 10:43 AM oh how I wish my brain could combust like yours in poetry
along the road to ruing alongside you, partner :) |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 05/23/13 at 11:35 AM The sun
rises in my rear-view mirror
and I wonder how long
I've been asleep at the wheel.
What more can be said. another poetic piece to pique...
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| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 05/23/13 at 11:55 AM ***STELLAR*****BRILLIANT*****BEYOND*****STELLAR*** |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 05/23/13 at 07:04 PM My brain and soul did a big leap w/joy at your word arrangement. Beautifully done, Laura. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/23/13 at 11:13 PM Brilliant piece of work Laura. Totally blown away here in the colonies. Some things are better left undissected, and just left in their entirety to be gazed upon in wonder. :) |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 05/24/13 at 02:21 PM I love this. It's like nothing and everything I've ever seen from you before. That second stanza... Damn. As ever, I miss your clever play with words. (And I wish the IM feature was working so that we could do another colab. Gah!) |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 05/28/13 at 02:53 PM "and back-seat love
is written off, a passenger
beyond repair, beneath reproach.." You're amazing. This is so good!! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/05/13 at 01:50 PM an arachnid with an laureate on its head couldn't have woven it finer. congrats on POTD. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/05/13 at 09:50 PM Good to see this as POTD! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/06/13 at 04:23 AM Brilliant piece of work Laura, especially that last closing stanza...to me...the very heart of the poem and matter. |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 01/06/14 at 10:11 PM Not much left to be said but if you lock your arms and just nod, you can get at least 30 seconds of sleep across Nebraska highways, or those like it, long, stretched out expanse...was it 2:00:30 when you were done writing this soul grabber? Like nice tie from xy chromosomes and the ocean and the boats we upon which we all are adrift. Your poetry always makes me want to reread multiple philosophies.... |
