Recent Reviews for Charlie
The Gravy Queen (Book) - 10/24/2009 9:24:31 AM|
Wonderful title! And it sounds like a fun book.
The Chocolate Lie (Short Story) - 5/22/2013 7:20:48 AM
Oh, my dear cousin! What an amazing story. While I don't remember the story, or the chocolate; although I think we all have our own "chocolate bar lies" we have told, I do remember the crocodiles. Recently while visiting C & B who now live there, I felt the same crocodiles nipping at my ankles. Those stairs! I remember feeling like I could never venture past your bedroom, that the guardians of the basement would get me if I walked underneath the stairs.
What a fun memory and a good lesson. "Be sure the truth will find you out."
Candy Land Promise (Short Story) - 4/24/2012 4:43:50 AM
So true! And this is well-written. Held my interest, good grammar, spelling, and sentence flow.
Candy Land Promise (Short Story) - 4/16/2012 10:46:35 AM
This one brought tears to my eyes... :) But also made me laugh and smile... remembering the special patch of sunshine that seemed to collect between that orange curtain and warm patio door... and the sunshine that would spill over onto the floor of the family room when the curtain was open. the mmhhhmms, the books, the recliner... hopefully in the end we can all remember to take time to play, even at inconvenient times. :)
The Chocolate Lie (Short Story) - 4/16/2012 10:37:27 AM
Loved the reminder about the crocodiles. :) I remember that 5 lb block of chocolate. :) I'm sure I had a nibble, but it was oh so long ago... I don't remember the dinner part and having it go cold, or the confession on one of our walks, but I do remember the confessional we had at a family party many years later and how Evan laughed at all of us and then weeks later confessed to having some too.
Thanks for making me laugh today. :)
Candy Land Promise (Short Story) - 4/14/2012 6:29:18 AM
I loved this story! Great point made in an entertaining way. It’s not easy to make the reader care about your characters in the space of a single page, but you did it.
The Chocolate Lie (Short Story) - 4/12/2012 2:42:57 PM
A storyteller of stories told from the heart. This is a facet of you that I (re)discover here. I never read anything that makes guilt feel lighthearted (in a good way) while describing its path in a lovely, mischievous way. Still, on a more "serious" level, what strikes me is the sense of responsibility of making one's own decisions while being in touch with strong family values and ties. I have enjoyed reading this as much as you must have enjoyed writing and reading to your family.
Chocolate Potatoes (Short Story) - 4/5/2012 6:49:26 AM
Delightful story, Charlie; very well penned! Enjoyed~
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
Stillshot (Short Story) - 5/13/2011 6:48:36 AM
Very well written. I could easily see the dust hanging in space.
Stillshot (Short Story) - 5/13/2011 4:52:54 AM
I am guessing Walt Whitman. Very good writing, Charlie; nice to see you here! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. ;D
Stillshot (Short Story) - 5/12/2011 1:47:34 PM
a thoughtful analysis of life in general maybe? very nice.
thanks for sharing
Stillshot (Short Story) - 5/12/2011 12:53:45 PM
Inspiring stuff. I like the stillness of this piece; it's a moment when time stands still and nothing seems to happen. There are so many things that happen though, only, they're invisible to the eye. I am very sensitive to the beauty and unexpected strength of such moments too. They inspired me (among others) "Hypodermic" and also part of "Antidote, she lifts", where the "column of light" is at the heart of the moment. Could you tell me more about the assignment? Meanwhile, I'm reading Walt whitman's poem and it's simply marvelous!
Stillshot (Short Story) - 5/11/2011 4:11:07 PM
Yes, Charlie, sounds like Whitman. I guess all you can do
with dust is move it around. A good write. -gene.
Stillshot (Short Story) - 5/11/2011 2:57:26 PM
The structure comes from "A Noiseless, Patient Spider" by Walt Whitman-- Leaves of Grass. Thanks, Christine. --Charlie
Stillshot (Short Story) - 5/11/2011 2:29:51 PM
Your images sparkle, and yes a great structure holds this together.
My guess is that this topic was perhaps inspired by "Dust" by Kate Burnside? But I don't know about the structure and now I really want to know which famous poem's structure you used !
Homemade Christmas cards (Article) - 12/13/2010 9:31:20 AM
GREAT NEWS! Yes I bought some of these before. They were my favorite cards! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
My Daddy Whittled Whistles from a Willow Tree (Poetry) - 6/28/2015 9:20:58 AM
This remembering in your poetic voice is triumphant! He sounds like a wonderful mentor and mystic, like my own pop was, and you got lots of unconditional love and humor, the best gift anyone can ever receive.
Dear Dad (Poetry) - 6/24/2015 11:58:26 AM
Thank you for the journey you penned about your beloved father I must say it was excellently composed ......... Peace be with you
My Daddy Whittled Whistles from a Willow Tree (Poetry) - 6/21/2015 9:11:01 AM
That's a wonderful, lilting poem of how wonderful your father was to treat you with such talents and gifts.
One day I was whistling some mighty song very loudly when someone in my presence said, "Why don't you stop. All you are doing is blowing one note. You can't whistle!" So, I never whistled in public again. Once in a while when I'm alone, I do blow a few notes, but my ear cannot tell me whether or not I am carrying a tune like it can when I'm singing. Go figure?
Dear Dad (Poetry) - 6/21/2015 6:08:56 AM
I was very moved by this letter to your dad. The emotion is so much in the details, that are treated as tiny witnesses of everyday life, physical reminders of a father-daughter relationship. What is really striking here, is the way objects "touch" the reader in a very material way and yet when they are listed together, they create a portrait that goes well beyond the physical dimension. I also love the way you mix toothpicks and spices with memories and experiences of deep sadness and joy. Wonderful. (I also love Leo's comment... not being "normal"(?) has definitely made you the extraordinary person you are, and I think I know something about it...)
My Daddy Whittled Whistles from a Willow Tree (Poetry) - 6/21/2015 3:05:52 AM
I had an uncle who could carve whistles, and he, too, whistled along, and like you, I could never whistle a tune..
Dear Dad (Poetry) - 6/21/2015 2:22:25 AM
My Daddy Whittled Whistles from a Willow Tree (Poetry) - 6/20/2015 7:52:12 PM
You're making me bawl. But finally!!! BAWL. Feels so good somehow. Love you too, Cryss. --Charlie
My Daddy Whittled Whistles from a Willow Tree (Poetry) - 6/20/2015 7:31:40 PM
Sounds just like my dad!! ;)
I whistled with the best of them
when Dad whittled me a whistle
but willows love the water
and my whistle--not so much
My whistle cracked
my whistle dried
and then my whistle died...
My dad, the willow whittler, did the same
And Charlie, though her whistle
was nothing but a whisper,
inherited that whittling gift
in the form of words and poems
Dear Dad (Poetry) - 6/20/2015 6:11:34 PM
I can smell, see and vision your time spent with your dad from your poem. A rare gem Charlie - that's you, your dad and your poem. Amen!
Dear Dad (Poetry) - 6/20/2015 5:55:49 PM
Remember when your poem "I Only Wanted to be Normal" was selected for Poetry in Public Places? You showed Dad and he said, "When are you going to understand you ARE normal?" He was wrong and he was right. You are the best kind of not normal--extraordinary. Then again, that looked normal to him. He was used to it. Therefore it seemed normal Love him. Love you. Leo
Dear Dad (Poetry) - 6/20/2015 5:23:13 PM
Okay! Sounds like your bucket list to me . . .
In the Bottom of Your Ocean (Poetry) - 6/17/2015 3:03:59 PM
Elemental bliss, wonderfully floating ant flowing. I can't believe you have adopted the essence of water and the presence of the ocean, departing from your beloved earth! Very passionate and baroque, I like this new facet.
There is Too Much, Too Much Air Around Me (Poetry) - 6/5/2015 8:32:47 PM
I love it, Leo. I just love you silly... --Cher
There is Too Much, Too Much Air Around Me (Poetry) - 6/5/2015 7:55:26 PM
Very whisper-y, haunting, wistful. I love the "skulking mass of shadows" and the idea of drowning in air. I've had that feeling.
I lie between the sheets of grass and dew
tucked in tight beneath the dark sky
the expanse muffles
molds around me like plastic
I am of the earth
yet it pricks me still
In the Bottom of Your Ocean (Poetry) - 5/18/2015 8:29:36 AM
Falling in love, nothing else matters...wanting
to be with your always! Love the way you wrote
this, using the ocean for the depths of love...
It Must Have Been Night (Poetry) - 5/15/2015 12:58:59 PM
Sublime! What beautiful lyrical longing, imagery and rhythm is challenging and so masterful. I am Welsh!
In the Bottom of Your Ocean (Poetry) - 5/12/2015 7:09:53 AM
Truly fascinating imagery about falling hopelessly in love… I think.
I'm sorry, but I couldn't help thinking about the StarKist mascot, Charlie the Tuna. ;-)
In the Bottom of Your Ocean (Poetry) - 5/11/2015 4:16:31 PM
Light and uplifting with sprinkles of love and loveliness; nicely done, Charlie. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and best wishes,
In the Bottom of Your Ocean (Poetry) - 5/11/2015 1:19:19 PM
This poem does feel agile and fresh! What ecstatic image after intuitive image, and so sonically stimulating as well.
In the Bottom of Your Ocean (Poetry) - 5/11/2015 12:11:41 PM
This is a delightful reworking, Charlie, and I'm thrilled that our little conflab has resulted in this energetic and lively piece - as you say, quite a contrast to the original which is PERFECT for the setting as described in your author's note; don't think I had appreciated that when I commented! :) Love 'un-skippered my skiff' and all the a-gape, gasping, gulping with the murk of magic. Thank you so much for acting on our exchange and for diving in with the fresh ideas it gave rise to. This is as teasing as a mermaid - and as sensually slippery with all the gorgeous 's' sounds. Fabulous! xx
In the Bottom of Your Ocean (Poetry) - 5/11/2015 10:40:24 AM
I have to admit, I'm no expert on poetry. But I got this one and liked it a lot.
In the Bottom of Your Ocean (Poetry) - 5/11/2015 8:29:50 AM
I like this one... it is a little different from your ordinary because it seems more light-hearted and more surface based--not one that you have to wade through to disect the real intent behind the words.
In the Bottom of Your Ocean (Poetry) - 5/11/2015 8:21:47 AM
There is much playful and vivid imagery in your romp with Kate. Glad you didn't sink with a scuttle. :)
There is Too Much, Too Much Air Around Me (Poetry) - 5/7/2015 8:38:48 AM
Very Pirates of the Caribbean, Charlie! :) Usually one associates a stifling, oppressive weight beneath fathoms of ocean but you have cleverly wrought this poetic conceit of 'too much air' through your billowy repetitions in the first stanza that stream and continue to scud through following lines: 'fleet' and 'fleeing'; 'trails' and 'sails'... then on to the sinking feeling of 'hulls' and 'hulking', 'skulking'. Love that you got in 'umbrage' which in itself is a shadowy mist of a word. My one teeny-tiny suggestion might be 'scuppered' instead of 'scuttled', although the latter is good with the t/d sounds; 'scuppered' might sound nautical and harks back to the preceding 'rippling' pps. Very atmospheric and foreboding. Interesting 'Toss up my child'-business; very appropriate to return her to the surface to live and breathe. Great work as always. xx
There is Too Much, Too Much Air Around Me (Poetry) - 5/1/2015 12:57:36 AM
Enigmatic piece of writing in true poetic style which disturbs yet fascinates...
I hope an escape can present itself in a more solid manner than the 'ruff of rippling vapor'...and the ghostly imagery abate to leave calming seas which give a rich breath of life once more...
There is Too Much, Too Much Air Around Me (Poetry) - 4/27/2015 1:04:01 PM
Astonishing! Charlie, you rock.
I'm not the writing talent you are but I can share delight in this kind of talent. Blessings,
There is Too Much, Too Much Air Around Me (Poetry) - 4/27/2015 8:07:52 AM
A cool write, quite surreal.
It Must Have Been Night (Poetry) - 4/11/2015 2:01:13 PM
Beautifully penned. Oh, how they sing in the morning!
Bringing Spring to Life.
Lady Mary Ann
It Must Have Been Night (Poetry) - 4/8/2015 12:04:26 PM
Such splendid writing, Charlie! So good to see you posting again - and this is most wonderful - both in form and expression. Hugely impressive; I'm not sure I could get my head around the rhyme scheme and line endings were I to try it myself, and yet you here have made it seem so natural and effortless. Wonderful visuals - 'softly sawing through skies / in jagged lines' and 'limbs too thin / to hold back the wind.' Fabulous stuff, thank you! :) xx
Requiem in Rain (Poetry) - 3/25/2015 3:30:59 PM
It Must Have Been Night (Poetry) - 3/21/2015 4:26:16 PM
It Must Have Been Night (Poetry) - 3/20/2015 7:34:56 AM
Spring has arrived here too. I loved the description of hush-a-bye wings...
It Must Have Been Night (Poetry) - 3/20/2015 5:45:36 AM
The robins arrive here no more. It may have been the urbanization. It may have been extermination. It may have been global warming. I miss them and their song of spring.
It Must Have Been Night (Poetry) - 3/19/2015 9:38:11 PM
Beautiful! I can see it in front of me.
The Clouds and my Father (Poetry) - 6/12/2014 11:32:14 AM
How clouds can pull their weight and more—
Reveal as much as hide a spot of sunshine.
Such a wonderful analogy and metaphor, Charlie. And I just adore the title. In a curious way, it kind of ties in with the conceit behind my 'Like This' poem with that disappearance of apathy all gone up in smoke - particularly with what you say in your preamble about your Father and his childhood Sweetheart, funnily enough! Congratulations all round, by the way. :) So it's strange that we should be reviewing each other while the two overlap. I'm so pleased I happened across this poem because I was really on my way to thank you profusely and humbly for the great review and critique you left, giving me so much food for thought and plenty to dine out on in all that you saw in my poem; so generous of you to enlarge upon it in the ways that you did, thank you. Hope things are good with you and your darling Lissibet. She must be all growed up by now? xx
The Clouds and my Father (Poetry) - 7/27/2013 5:37:14 PM
Excellent poem and verses. I enjoyed this very much.
Love and blessings,
The Clouds and my Father (Poetry) - 5/17/2013 6:28:09 AM
to see that dream come true for a moment in life, one of those surprising weather changes, the mystery of moving clouds and changing lights. Lovely structure and composition, Charlie and a generous tribute too. :)
The Clouds and my Father (Poetry) - 5/6/2013 4:00:12 PM
Happy daze for dad!
The Clouds and my Father (Poetry) - 4/23/2013 1:37:59 PM
An intriguing poem about life and how things come full circle. Enjoyed.
The Clouds and my Father (Poetry) - 4/22/2013 10:10:03 AM
Isn't it a wonder how lifting grey can lift up shoulders and more? She will be good for him... has been good for him... and it is nice to know he is being taken care of again, and caring for someone again... It has been a tumultuous time for feelings, full of greys and storms, but in the end...the clouds lifted and are revealing so many spots of sunshine.
The Clouds and my Father (Poetry) - 4/22/2013 7:27:51 AM
nicely done, ...happy for your dad, and yes there ae some of us that never leave 18,be it a blesing or a curse, I'm still debating that with my self..
Thanks for sharing..
The Clouds and my Father (Poetry) - 4/22/2013 6:27:33 AM
Charlie - Love this poem. Wonderful imagery and rhythm to lead to the wisdom of that last lines:
…just a dream it was,
But such a wonder-one,
How clouds can pull their weight and more—
Reveal as much as hide a spot of sunshine.
A Farewell to Autumn (Poetry) - 3/23/2013 11:07:41 AM
This poem really has those "colors of Memory" i so love and try to put into my music (like on CD: In Memory Only) I know, like you do too, that memory may not report honestly about our experiences, but those feelings are so real to us and that is how we see the brighest pages in our "journal". They shine like that "glorious golden spitball of a sun" and that makes our Autumn partings all the more poignant... "i can barely see you still from Yesterday"
some great lines here.
A Farewell to Autumn (Poetry) - 1/24/2013 2:09:17 PM
Charlie, I have missed you! You are one amazing writer, these lines sing to my soul "You left,
And I was seven blues," Only one so delicate and tender-hearted can express in such words...
Secrets with Wings (Poetry) - 6/7/2012 10:29:36 AM
How I LOVE this, Charlie! Such a perfect metaphor for that thing we so want to keep protected but which attracts itself to the flame which will ultimately be its downfall at every twist and turn. Makes me feel all squiggly and wriggly inside, just like a fluttering moth... just like a restless secret that can't keep still! Great work! :)) xx
Secrets with Wings (Poetry) - 6/6/2012 9:25:23 PM
Great title, Charlie! Drew me in. To me an ambiguous piece, this and that, too low-mooded to incite .. unescaped passion. Lovely in rhythm and peace.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Secrets with Wings (Poetry) - 6/6/2012 3:35:36 PM
The secret life of secrets... revealed. Shh! Love their purple eyes and wings and it's a good thing that they look mysterious even when we can actually see them! I like the movement/action in this poem, as you imagine what they do (hanging, spinning, dreaming, drinking and all). Yes, I definitely prefer knowing what they do and look like instead of being told what's inside. Your imagination, quite visual here, keeps the secret alive. Shh!
Secrets with Wings (Poetry) - 6/6/2012 2:14:11 PM
Really creative, the way you describe this transformation ~
Your poetry is captivating with striking imagery!
Secrets with Wings (Poetry) - 6/6/2012 12:48:27 PM
Very imaginative and creative work that seems to linger on the thought process as we consider the apt analogy
Secrets with Wings (Poetry) - 6/6/2012 10:26:39 AM
A very creative analogy, comparing secrets to moths. Very enjoyable.
Sahara Sojourn (Poetry) - 6/4/2012 6:26:00 PM
You sure know how to bring all poetic elements together, how to make the quintessential rhythm of a thing work!
I hope he's better now, and all's well in your home.
Love and prayers,
Sahara Sojourn (Poetry) - 5/26/2012 2:50:14 PM
What a journey: endless, exhausting, somewhere between a legendary walk and a real experience that sticks to one's skin. Love the way you played with words, meanings, cascading metaphors. A heartfelt prayer appears in the middle of the desert and it's such a soothing voice!
Lots of love to you and your family...
Sahara Sojourn (Poetry) - 5/23/2012 12:34:06 PM
Brilliant petition and heart-rending mother's journey as well, Charlie. Love and many prayers for healing: reminds me muchly of the extended fever I experienced over the hottest summer here in the UK in 1990 - six weeks peaking 103-4 degrees! Delerium with worry and anxiety as much as illness but still the soul drinks deeply of the wells of faith. These stanzas are quite, quite beautiful:
Give Thou my son oases—
A shaded cairn
A sacred hand
An holy blessing—
Make Thou this sojourn fleet
Sahara Sojourn (Poetry) - 5/21/2012 7:39:24 PM
Exceptional, Charlie! Scares me to death..
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Sahara Sojourn (Poetry) - 5/21/2012 6:23:29 AM
love the metaphor... sad to hear that M is not feeling so well... hopefully he is feeling better now. :)
Sahara Sojourn (Poetry) - 5/20/2012 10:03:47 AM
I assume you are writing about a fever based on the comment. If so, an excellent metaphor.
Sahara Sojourn (Poetry) - 5/19/2012 10:43:35 AM
The metahphorical poetry of this one is so well done...excellant.
Sahara Sojourn (Poetry) - 5/19/2012 8:51:28 AM
I hope your son feels better soon, Charlie; prayers! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :(
Sahara Sojourn (Poetry) - 5/19/2012 5:57:48 AM
Charlie, God Bless Your Son!
Sahara Sojourn (Poetry) - 5/19/2012 2:23:55 AM
Interesting colloquy. Pretty high on the thermometer scale.
My Word! My Little Word... (Poetry) - 3/5/2012 8:12:40 AM
I think that we all own a box full of words and some words were just made for us. There is such freedom in using words such as "yes" or "no" and to become fully aware of their power is the work of a lifetime! Those "moist lashes" and "twin pink moons" make me think that you have another word in mind as you write: it begins with a capital "L". (Sorry for being away for so long, sis!)
My Word! My Little Word... (Poetry) - 2/7/2012 3:26:02 PM
... Now if all the world would sing the song of wounded Little Word, what a place of kisses this would be - a world of relenting restitution and restoration instead of reproach. What a picture!... If only such hands still rocked the cradle and ruled the world, eh?! :)) A loving and personal moment of nurturing intimacy that delights us all. I can still recall that first joy of words to bind (and break!) mother-child bonds. Beautifully rendered for us here, Charlie. xx
My Word! My Little Word... (Poetry) - 2/7/2012 9:30:59 AM
sounds like a certain little Z bug I know... who...um...maybe had a yellow marker in her hand and answered the phone when I called? hee, hee...
But a delectable little wonder word that hugable girl is!
And... what a charmer too! For with only four little words she wrapped her cousin around her finger and all of us joined in!
My Word! My Little Word... (Poetry) - 2/5/2012 12:59:12 PM
A child's take on punishment and redemption. Very good. Caught my attention.
My Word! My Little Word... (Poetry) - 2/2/2012 1:40:14 PM
My Word! My Little Word... (Poetry) - 2/2/2012 3:54:15 AM
You sure have a way with those words! This is an endearing picture.
Lucid Dreaming (Poetry) - 1/10/2012 8:47:17 PM
to be aware of you're dreaming brings about a reality of being merging with the ethereal ... the trick to its consummation is molecule bending its environment into your heart's desire ..
Lucid Dreaming (Poetry) - 1/9/2012 3:46:51 PM
An intriguing piece that combines intimacy and mystery, presence and absence. There are the two bodies sharing an intimate space that feels so real and then there is this other world made of symbols, fantasy, something that is beyond our reach/control/understanding. I love the way you combined the two worlds, so subtly interwoven and held together by love. Very nice one, Charlie!
Lucid Dreaming (Poetry) - 1/7/2012 4:10:13 AM
Snores - and snorts! - have a beauty and music all their own in the way they transmit dreams from one to the other; at least, that's the FAVOURABLE way to look at it... unless you're suddenly thrown into the nightmare of wielding a skillet over his head in order to silence the drone! Love the unspoken intimacy in this, Charlie; that two united souls can be together even when separated by sleep - the one keeping the other safe and always with them; the conjoined spirit always on watch - and awake! Lovely bio pic, too! HAPPY NEW YEAR to you and yours! Thanks always for ALL your luverly and much appreciated comments on my work! Bless you, :)) xx
A Farewell to Autumn (Poetry) - 12/26/2011 2:15:21 PM
just 'so charlie' i luv this...pat
A Farewell to Autumn (Poetry) - 12/23/2011 10:55:51 PM
A little bit of melancholy in the air... This has a wistful feel to it, yet it also has a note to it that makes me think of you standing almost speechless at the audacity of autumn leaving before you thought it should! :) But then... you missed most of autumn this year, didn't you?
Love to you, and the Merriest of Christmases!
Tell that daughter of mine shame on her for not visiting her mama for Christmas, and give her a hug for us too...
A Farewell to Autumn (Poetry) - 12/22/2011 6:09:00 PM
Lovely and lilting, Charlie, with a bite of farewell beginning and ending the piece, enjoining sadness and fadings. Autumn has indeed left.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
A Farewell to Autumn (Poetry) - 12/22/2011 5:10:42 AM
Very enjoyable, Charlie
A Farewell to Autumn (Poetry) - 12/21/2011 6:42:09 PM
So creative and chock full of personality!
A Farewell to Autumn (Poetry) - 12/21/2011 5:45:02 AM
THIS is excellent! Your wordplay is deliciously good and a bit quirky at times, which give this farewell to autumn poem its flare and glare.
Uncle (Poetry) - 11/14/2011 11:30:00 AM
Did you mean boughs instead of bows?
The disparity between the sorrow and joys that August week brought... A time to remember, a loss, a gain...
What memories I have of Uncle... Hard to believe he's gone...
Love the imagery of the trees throughout your poem. I still miss those poplar trees...
Subterfuge (Poetry) - 11/14/2011 11:24:48 AM
I prefer to look at the cloth from the right side... too many threads without pattern on the underside.
Decision Station (Poetry) - 10/29/2011 4:40:36 AM
Oh, I'm so glad that my little prompt inspired this poem that has so much movement in it. It is movement of the mind and spirit. I like Kate's comment and just like her, I'm very sensitive to the beautiful sounds that accompany this journey of the heart. Trains, horses, voyage, power. I'm still wondering about those doors that "close tightly... on her decision". It must feel great to know where you are going and at the same time, that adjective, "tight", feels a little uncomfortable to me. It's making me think... about me!
Requiem in Rain (Poetry) - 10/29/2011 1:55:24 AM
In the context of loss, remembrance
and tribute, Charlie, the rain motif is splendid,
the repetitions enforcing the feeling,
being the rhythms and throb of feeling.
"Watering the windshield of my brain..."
Decision Station (Poetry) - 10/28/2011 6:34:52 PM
I love this. I awakens thought and imagination. Thank you, Charlie. Love and best wishes,
Decision Station (Poetry) - 10/26/2011 12:50:34 PM
A very interesting juxtapose of concept and idea, working with two quite, seemingly, unconnected images... a magical horse-ride and a train... But then, the horse and the train ARE both locomotives, no? Spanning the sea is the thing: saddling the moon is therefore the answer! This is very dextrous writing that calls for gymansias of thought. Love the weighty vowel sounds of the choo-choo as opposed to the clippity-clop, in particular:
as the railings rumble
a herd of shoes thunder to the landing…
Beautifully onomatopaeic!! No doubt a lack of decision is because of the runaway thoughts that tumble along the never-ending train tracks of the creative mind at work here... :)) xx
Decision Station (Poetry) - 10/26/2011 8:22:44 AM
creative, imaginative and stimulating ...
Decision Station (Poetry) - 10/25/2011 7:00:21 PM
Such clever sonic elements in this beautifully crafted poem!
Decision Station (Poetry) - 10/25/2011 1:48:30 PM
I wonder how my day would be running with such indecision. Delightful trip around ramble ideas that carry one where ever they wish. Thanks for the trip.
Decision Station (Poetry) - 10/25/2011 1:13:10 PM
"Oh, to saddle the moon!" Indeed...
Lovely thoughts to set a tired mind adrift.
Decision Station (Poetry) - 10/25/2011 12:46:36 PM
Mayhap she needs to rethink her decision. Her path choice is of her own making.
Clever poetry, Charlie!
Decision Station (Poetry) - 10/25/2011 11:07:51 AM
Charlie, I'm doing my best to ride your runaway imagination...
and saddle the moon. What a trip! What a write! Thanks.
Decision Station (Poetry) - 10/25/2011 9:38:15 AM
I like this, truly unique with just enough msytery to put the reader's imagination into gear.
Uncle (Poetry) - 10/20/2011 9:07:21 AM
Charlie, these wonderfully written lines speak for me as well.
Uncle (Poetry) - 10/19/2011 1:20:39 PM
I muchly agree with Axilea about the power of the repetitions in this elegiac piece, Charlie - like "dust to dust, ashes to ashes", so haunting and hallowed with the soft intimacy and tender reaffirmation of a special memory and bond. Truly, you have captured just how precous this place, these trees, that treasured Uncle is and was and ever will be. Beautiful! xx
Requiem in Rain (Poetry) - 10/16/2011 6:18:05 PM
I found my self putting a tune to this touching hymn and singing... That is odd considering I have zero talent in the area of music.
Uncle (Poetry) - 10/14/2011 6:57:06 AM
An amazing poem, rich in insight, great spiritual wisdom, and the suffering is real, the whole poem is so enlighteningly real ~
Uncle (Poetry) - 10/14/2011 3:44:26 AM
The sadness of "lie nailed in subdivided homes"! (and, of course, of "mutilated bows")... The last stanza says so much about tragedy and deterioration. The whole poem is just beautiful, Charlie, reminding the reader of your other beautiful poem that is no longer on this site, with the effective imagery and repetition in the first stanza. I like the image of those bare breasts bared to the sun: the repetition of "bare" makes them so vulnerable and almost human. There is a feeling of loss and sadness here and the presence of a compassionate soul.
Uncle (Poetry) - 10/14/2011 12:40:56 AM
Very enjoyable and unigue autumn write, I like this.
Uncle (Poetry) - 10/14/2011 12:35:00 AM
I do love fall and I think part of it is that spooky kind of feeling that comes with the trees loosing their leaves. But there's a different part as well, fragrant, colorful and soft and muddled. I remember runnig through thick carpets of soft leaves as a child, some of the best times of my life. Your poem brought all that back to me. Wonderfully written.
Subterfuge (Poetry) - 10/10/2011 1:01:51 PM
I love this intricately woven text(ile), Charlie, and it's so good to see you posting your fine poetic needlecraft again. This is intoxicatingly smooth as the silkworm's thread and I love the metaphor and the downy truths it both reveals and conceals. Writing is, of course, complete sleight of hand and is always multi-layered, whether consciously or subconsciously. There is trickery in it's conception, composition and intention for certain sure - compounded by the ways in which it is also received by the reader. But, more times than not, any subterfuge is not wilful or deliberate - it's just that words are, when all's said and done, very inadequate vehicles of meanings of ideas that are not altogether clear to even the author. But the pictures you paint with words are beautiful and I have had a very strong image these past few days that the more I write the more moth-eaten or worm-ridden my work is becoming and all I can see is dust; there is no fabric left! Perhaps I need to hide me away for a while until the wonderful worms have spun me some fresh silk to work with! Hope you and your little ones are hugely well and happy. Thanks for looking in to see me when you can! :)) xx
Subterfuge (Poetry) - 10/7/2011 1:43:46 PM
Your worms are friendly and mysterious at the same time. They work slowly, relentlessly, with mechanical precision to attain their goal. (More benevolent than "mine"). Just like those wordsmiths who perfect their healing touch, day after day. Let's spin more thread and weave more poetry together! :)
Subterfuge (Poetry) - 10/7/2011 10:24:18 AM
Anyone (i.e., poet) who plays around with words
must on occasion trip over his/her legerdemain.
Good one, Charlie. -gene.
Subterfuge (Poetry) - 10/7/2011 9:36:55 AM
cool! astute! a virtual tapestry!
was so glad to see your posting... pat
Subterfuge (Poetry) - 10/7/2011 5:22:03 AM
Fabulously rich in imagery and imagination!
Subterfuge (Poetry) - 10/6/2011 9:56:13 AM
Hmmmnnn, had to think on this a while but yes I can see this in my mind. Each poem, each line and each word...perhaps even each letter is a product of the writers thoughts....lies...maybe, imagination...maybe...but from heart and soul...I believe so at least in the case of poets.
Requiem in Rain (Poetry) - 8/20/2011 2:23:48 PM
what a beautiful, painful poem; the essence often of our lives.
thanks for sharing
Requiem in Rain (Poetry) - 5/30/2011 2:03:53 AM
Beautifully Penned Charlie, Yes the rain drowns us with experiences in hopes that we float, and if we do, it is to a place from which we come. Back to the source of love.
Requiem in Rain (Poetry) - 5/21/2011 6:00:35 AM
Quite a tribute, Charlie,I'm glad i logged on today, Iv'e missed a lot of great reads like yours' thanks
Requiem in Rain (Poetry) - 5/16/2011 8:18:22 AM
"for the Mother in my Eden and her Nourishing Faith" is a line that lingers in my heart. I remember this poem, or a slightly different version of it, I'm not sure. The beauty and energy throughout the second and third stanzas are astounding. I have never met her, but now I'm thinking of her...
Requiem in Rain (Poetry) - 5/14/2011 10:49:39 AM
Are the last two stanzas different? I posted my own birthday poem for Mom. And her rain continues on...
Requiem in Rain (Poetry) - 5/14/2011 10:11:09 AM
Requiem in Rain (Poetry) - 5/14/2011 7:30:34 AM
Lovely indeed Charlie...Hugsss
Requiem in Rain (Poetry) - 5/14/2011 4:32:29 AM
Beautiful poem, Charlie; well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
Requiem in Rain (Poetry) - 5/13/2011 10:48:09 AM
Charlie, what a lovely way to say Happy Birthday to your Mom. -gene.
Requiem in Rain (Poetry) - 5/13/2011 10:17:48 AM
This flows easily and is such a loving, enchanting tribute.
Almost feels like a sitting meditation, so perfectly peaceful.
Requiem in Rain (Poetry) - 5/13/2011 8:47:33 AM
Marvellous tribute write Charlie.