Beautifully written. "Their smooth tongue finding out all my grooves" is a great line.

Brett

Your lovely imagery always makes for a beautiful poem, Kate. I love your style of writing very much.
Love,
CJ

You make good contrast between city life and countryside. There will always be trouble somewhere. Smooth excellent poem. Victor

Once again, you and I seem to be in 'like mode' as far as reflections of what life throws at us to 'feed' our poetic hungers. I enjoyed this entire repast, Kate dear, but that last line is sheer dessert!

Fabulous visuals in this offering Kate, so easy to see what your words paint...
love and peace, Carole

You keep getting better and better. Great lines.

Wonderful imagery and great setting of mood. ~~Nordette

Oh Sweet Kate as always your words and images awake my mind and pull at my heart to see and understand the things your impassioned eye does report. Beautiful girl, I love this one.

Fee

Another great offering Kate...always a pleasure to visit you!!

Now get off that pavement and get to a nice warm place okay!!

Love Tinka

"only tenderness of well-chosen words
leave their mark"

indeed they do, Kate ...

words wrap themselves round us; we writers cannot deny them their power. the turn of the poem with the last two stanzas reached into me and did just that. could feel their warmth and truth. with thanks, Dawn

"Life-infected bars"

Vivid!

Kate ... you have changed dramatically in a relatively short period of time. There is no accounting for what is percieved in the spirit! The tenderness of well chosen words is so relative to each individual poet, as you know. What moves upon one is often anathema to another. What is more beautiful ... the rose or the sunflower.

I often exuberate in your poetic reflections, and also your personal cognition as an imminent act of subjective creative process's. Often the underlying structure in your observations betray your weaknesses and your strengths ascertained in your true metier.

I like how you make yourself vulnerable to the reader Kate, and also how you embody strength and weakness in the same brush stroke.

Light and Wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg

Those pavements of brick. kill my feet, but the view of the Tower at night, is an inspiration too...



There is something special about London, a warm and friendly city, just thank gosh for the yanks who showed me how to get around on the underground..

Kate, it is seldom we are treated to such great, pure poetry.
Bravo
Rusty

Your words speak to me of contrasts, the stark of the city contrasted by its excitement and beauty. Neon...nearly an enigma within itself; the fragility of blown glass and gasses creating an almost psychedelic and explosive light. There is a special beauty in the city and in all things, if we simply take the time to seek and understand it. Beautiful, gentle poem, Kate, I love it.
Take care,
Sherry

Your words interface with resources so their idea, Kate, that everything outside their boundaries will go unenforced, as it should be. It's the challenge of the writer now and of next century. Right now, the species of words are being pushed through the bottleneck where increasingly word censors are challenging the word conservationists, the Earth's threatened biodiversity as well as words, and the number of species facing word extinction, vanishing, people attacking from all sides. Well-chosen words do leave their mark, to help reinforce this, a lush testament in the die-hard National Geographic, oh the power of that yellow border and the words inside,

"their soft grain and warm woods
like unseen burnished embers from
long-distant forest fires."

Sage