Have you touched moss on clay pots
seen Marianna or the Lady of Shallot
Have you been in the garden with Maude
Have you heard Keats's nightingale
or soared with Shelley's skylark?
In Tennyson, who vowed to drink life to the lees?
How many syllables in Christina Rossetti's
Sonnet from the Portuguese?
Most excellent, dude! For some strange reason I can't quite fathom, it reminds me of "Bill And Ted's Most Excellent Adventure" - remember Beethoven in the shopping mall?! Groovy, but a bit chilling and wuthering at the same time... KB
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on March 9, 2004
OH, god, I love this... Indeed I do! When I saw my darling Tennyson named on the new poem page, I raced over to check
it out. Are you familiar with Loreena McKinnitt's moody, gorgeous singing of Lady of Shallot? Oh, you simply must!
Your poem immersed me... it's playful and creative and a lovely send-up of those who've gone before, in the world of
words. I especially enjoyed, in the beginning, when you 'spoke' to these poets about moving into the present. They are
still the masters... but poetry, itself, is timeless, as evidenced by this fine piece. Wonderful! katy xox.
Book 2 of The Commander and the Chief series finds the Chief "on the warpath" and "counting coup" with her enemies on both sides of the ocean. Meanwhile, she fights an indictment and risks losing her latest love, the Commander, as well as unleashing
“We’re going to use nine megaton warheads in space and we’re not sure they’re large enough to be effective. Why would you even consider using kiloton-range surface-to-air warheads as back-up?” The answer was succinct. “Because they’re all we have.”
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it out. Are you familiar with Loreena McKinnitt's moody, gorgeous singing of Lady of Shallot? Oh, you simply must!
Your poem immersed me... it's playful and creative and a lovely send-up of those who've gone before, in the world of
words. I especially enjoyed, in the beginning, when you 'spoke' to these poets about moving into the present. They are
still the masters... but poetry, itself, is timeless, as evidenced by this fine piece. Wonderful! katy xox.