I don't know why, and you'll have to excuse me for it, but your poem brought to mind a BBC comedy I just saw on American PBS where the old Brit gentleman and his French counterpart thoroughly enjoyed each other, and connected on a number of topics. Then as he turned away, the ancient Englishman mumbled out loud, "Bloody Frog." I guess this pops out of me because you employed humor here along with strong symbols of identity. I truly appreciate the intelligence that went into this creation, and I will be contemplating it for a while. Don't we have wonderful minds to make such connections?........Jerry
Glory be...the humorous side of our Kate shines through very well in this imaginitive verse! So enjoy the word-play of a "...fully-grown delinquent"!! (I now see you jumping in a mud[dle]-puddle :o) DE-lightful read, dear friend...
Blessings and Love - Micke
Look at you going Nessie on us...with a french twist (french braid?) (french toast?)... love it all, but Kate, that "billowing consonants" line stunned me.
Always a joy to visualize you smiling, laughing and enjoying life, great writing...
Be always safe,
Karen
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on September 21, 2009
Getting cutesy with the wordage, my friend / You can stand as tall as the next one when it comes to your delightful, somber, insane, whatever poetry. You cannot be pigeonholed into any corner of the poetical landscape, you delve into the abstract as well as the grim and the NOW. Stand. Clap. Clap. Take a bow. Corny? Yeah. I don't care. Take another bow.
Love the word play in this...
Your poetry made me think of France & of my excursion there a few years back with my daughter, Ahna. Which brought me full circle to think about what and who she is today... and reminded me that life is short, and full of unexpected surprises--not all of which are good. (Ahna is struggling with what may be serious health issues which are hopefully being diagnosed this week...but is 8 hours away from home.)
We dream of playing and living life to the fullest, but when confronted with those little unpleasant twists that life throws at us we learn to be thankful for the little blessings we have...that of just living and loving and family and friends.
Thanks for your perspective...
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Regis
Blessings and Love - Micke
Sheila
YOU ROCK! --Charlie
Axilea
Trés bien!
Georg
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Be always safe,
Karen
It's fun to watch you have fun. -gene.
Playful and serious, light and deep, you combine all excellently in flowing images, an exclusive Kate montage.
John
Your poetry made me think of France & of my excursion there a few years back with my daughter, Ahna. Which brought me full circle to think about what and who she is today... and reminded me that life is short, and full of unexpected surprises--not all of which are good. (Ahna is struggling with what may be serious health issues which are hopefully being diagnosed this week...but is 8 hours away from home.)
We dream of playing and living life to the fullest, but when confronted with those little unpleasant twists that life throws at us we learn to be thankful for the little blessings we have...that of just living and loving and family and friends.
Thanks for your perspective...
Cryssa
hugs
fee