Farewell, Dear Friend (Poetry) - 9/18/2026 4:37:22 AM
Beautifully expressed, Kate.
George was widely admired.
Be seeing you on the other side.
🕊 🕯 🕊
Farewell, Dear Friend (Poetry) - 12/11/2025 6:05:16 PM
A lovely tribute to a dear friend behind the sun and beyond the sea. Poetry brought you together in a journey of discovery.
Best wishes
ken
Farewell, Dear Friend (Poetry) - 3/17/2021 4:23:36 AM
Lovely tribute, Kate. Sigh... l left in a huff years ago and didn't look back. Yes, he was a kind man and mentor to all of us. My condolences to his family and friends. (Hugs) Travel well, George.
Farewell, Dear Friend (Poetry) - 2/23/2021 3:52:24 PM
I never knew George had passed, so sad to hear this dreadful news.
He was a wonderful human being, dedicated poet and sincere Author's Den friend.
I will miss him.
Your tribute is beautiful, Kate.
God bless you
Peter
Farewell, Dear Friend (Poetry) - 2/16/2021 6:22:59 AM
So sorry about George. He will be missed by many.
Farewell, Dear Friend (Poetry) - 2/11/2021 3:12:16 PM
Dear ole George, a war hero and a genuine gentleman
He's using his strong arms to hold his beloved Florence.
Peach of a picture of you both.
You've captured his, sprightly, essence remarkably well.
Hmm, I wonder if they understood your plumb English accent?
RIP George, a life well lived and loved.
Farewell, Dear Friend (Poetry) - 2/5/2021 9:36:16 PM
Kate, thank you for this wonderful tribute! I remember George well. He will be sorely missed! Love the picture as well! Kindest regards and condolences. Jeff Mason
Farewell, Dear Friend (Poetry) - 2/2/2021 2:16:32 PM
Dear Kate, Andy Told Me George Had Passed and That You Had Penned A Farewell To Him. It's Wonderful. Yet One More Glorious AD Poet, Gone. Rest in Peace, George. And Kate, Thank You Very Much For This.
Farewell, Dear Friend (Poetry) - 1/31/2021 11:15:25 AM
Kate, thank you for your kindness in sharing George and condolences of his passing. Indeed a very kind man.
FYI, I recently learned, Linda Law also passed.
May you be safe, happy, and blessed.
Farewell, Dear Friend (Poetry) - 1/30/2021 9:31:25 PM
A very nice tribute to a man of few words, but
always on point. RIP, George.
Farewell, Dear Friend (Poetry) - 1/30/2021 9:17:08 AM
I do recall some of the messages he wrote to me. I did not know that you are able to visit him while coming to New York to the book fairs. That picture is priceless.
While George, like many others disappeared from here one day without explanation, I knew that at his advancing age, he would eventually have to stop writing. So it is with regret that you inform us of his death.
I always look forward to your postings. And especially, this one.
Ron
Farewell, Dear Friend (Poetry) - 1/29/2021 12:31:22 PM
Gosh I didn’t know he’d died. I love his poetry—and his sweetness in general. He always had a kind word to say. I don’t get on here much anymore, but I shall miss him all the same. —Charlie
Farewell, Dear Friend (Poetry) - 1/28/2021 7:55:38 AM
Nicely written Kate. Thanks for sharing this. Your love and respect for the man is incontrovertible. rlc
Defeat (Poetry) - 2/24/2020 5:59:33 AM
Yes, I too have struggled against monster defeat as have most people, but I have grown much strong in the fight ...
I'm really enjoying your writings
Gypsy (Poetry) - 2/24/2020 5:55:16 AM
Deep, beautiful poem i suspect just like its author ...
'Slippers' (Poetry) - 10/1/2016 10:35:00 AM
The life you give to the slippers is amazing, and surely one of your best poems I have read lately, and surely to be honest I have not been reading poetry lately.
Gypsy (Poetry) - 10/26/2015 1:52:47 PM
Love the ending. Brings it all into prospective. Ashiff
Gypsy (Poetry) - 8/13/2015 10:48:49 AM
EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!! I JUST LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Zola (Poetry) - 8/11/2015 4:31:17 PM
Oh, Kate! Such poetry. I hope you get to see this comment as I realize you wrote the poem a while back. Is there a way I can meet Zola? Lol! Seriously, you have offered a fine gift here. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you, Kate.
Regie
Gypsy (Poetry) - 8/8/2015 11:25:21 AM
Ha! This is superb and works with imagery so well. There is such a natural motion to the way of her, to her errands of each day and night. From shadow to light and all the deep treasure in the rubble, just in all of it.
Beautifully magical writing xo
Gypsy (Poetry) - 8/7/2015 3:28:29 PM
a marvelous self analysis reaching out to the gypsy in us all ... of course, it crosses over to a vagabond heart ...
Gypsy (Poetry) - 8/7/2015 11:21:49 AM
Gypsy and consciousness meld into each other. I like the ethereal and at times palpable imagery. It seems somebody is playing "Suzanne" (Leonard Cohen), and you end up in a world where "she" is personable and unknown at the same time. You have maintained a perfect thematic balance...
Gypsy (Poetry) - 7/31/2015 7:47:36 AM
Ah, poetry brings out the gypsy in you, Kate! I look into my crystal ball and a see a great future for this poem. :-)
Gypsy (Poetry) - 7/29/2015 10:40:56 PM
what a delightful read, kate! thank heavens for that secret soul!
Gypsy (Poetry) - 7/28/2015 4:02:06 AM
Gypsy Rosie Katie: Hmmm, a Romany diva. My thoughts turn to stardust - the film, that is. Be careful what you cross this lassies palm with. Reminds me of a brill' song. (Girl on the Phone) Keep playing in the heather even in this summer watery weather.
Gypsy (Poetry) - 7/27/2015 5:41:26 PM
We all have gypsies, who are we to judge each and one of us.. Might as well have our gypsies let loose for a night.. That would be something to remember.. Great poem..
Gypsy (Poetry) - 7/25/2015 4:24:37 AM
A wonderfully crystal clear view of a mysterious being !
Gypsy (Poetry) - 7/24/2015 6:52:30 AM
Dear Kate you have once again stirred the wanderlust in my soul. The carefree life of a gypsy is a wish of us all. Wandering from town to town, living from hand to mouth. Surely most of us could not stand the uncertainty of that kind of freedom that comes with not only benefits, but peril as well. Men of each towns drawn to her full breasts and hips that sway seductively. Wives in every town hate her because she is a fantasy of husbands, and yes leave her or not she will leave sweet sticky fingerprints that last forever.
A most enjoyable write...Loved it all three times I read it.
I do see a metaphorical side to this as well.
As a PS did you know that Hitler not only hated Jews, but Gypsies as well?
Walt
Gypsy (Poetry) - 7/23/2015 7:57:20 AM
You got me in love with her already! For not hearing from you in a long time, you descend on us with a masterpiece of psychology. How did you know that I have a gypsy in my soul?
Ron
Gypsy (Poetry) - 7/23/2015 7:21:49 AM
This is fine poetry, Kate; I feel as though I know your "gypsy." Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Gypsy (Poetry) - 7/23/2015 5:36:43 AM
What a wonderful way to create an image in the reader's mind. Short and sweet, yet fully explored. Thanks for sharing!
Gypsy (Poetry) - 7/23/2015 4:47:56 AM
~Kate~
The tambourine and colorful attire of the "Gypsy." You have brought
her to life. Gazing aura mysterious yet fascinating.
Love the gypsy in you dear Kate.
Lady Mary Ann
Gypsy (Poetry) - 7/22/2015 7:20:53 PM
Ed Phillips said it so very well, Kate, kind of like I have always wanted to say it but did not know how...I am so happy when I see you have stopped by to post something and while here commented on something I have written...it always thrills me to see your name on one of my reviews...stop by more often...and bring your "gypsy" side along with you... <smile> -e-
Gypsy (Poetry) - 7/22/2015 4:26:43 PM
Imaginative and you wrapped a piece of her into my DNA too. You created this and then scribed it with the passion of preparing an old family recipe to share with your inner circle of friends. It is delicious and sating while leaving a bit of mystery for the reader. Thank you for being the perfect host at your reading gala. May peace and love be always with you my dear friend. Jon Michael
Gypsy (Poetry) - 7/22/2015 1:13:49 PM
I am so pleased that anyone came along and gave the poetry pages of AD a needed lift to a place where words, and thoughts, and ideas, and imagination reign supreme. I would have accepted such a lift from anyone, but I am so glad that one of the most gifted writers of us all supplied the wit, the charm, and the magic to the task and scored 20 on a 10 point scale. Bravo!
Gypsy (Poetry) - 7/22/2015 1:12:31 PM
I've lived with the bitch/wondrous woman all of my life, Kate. She is still here in my later years and has decided, I guess, to leave me to living without her interference, for my time is probably short. So yeah, she has been with me through "all the sodden tea-leaves of your(my) life," and is giving me peace at this time in my life or is really cooking up a real barnstorming finale for "moi." Great poetry . . .
Gypsy (Poetry) - 7/22/2015 12:52:30 PM
Marvelous poetry, that said, one has to analyze the depth that this poem emblazes in your mind. Descriptive poetry at its best.
So happy to see you posting again.
Gypsy (Poetry) - 7/22/2015 12:48:48 PM
This is so on the mark for anyone's imagination venturing into such zestful thoughts. I've never read such a perfect depiction of the idea, as well as the reality, of gypsy. Kudos...and good to see more of your writing. Always a pleasure to read and contemplate. Thank you.
Gypsy (Poetry) - 7/22/2015 12:48:08 PM
Kate darling,
I feel like you wrote this about me. I feel like a gypsy sometimes and you hit the nail on the head with your words!
I loved your last six lines the most!
As always you bring fantastic imagery and meaningful words to your work!
Much peace and love
Amber
'Slippers' (Poetry) - 6/17/2015 2:41:11 PM
If I were in her shoes... but then I'm not. Maybe a woman's shoes are about the unbearable lightness of making things look natural and so incredibly easy. Just like your writing that makes me wonder... what would it be like, to be that other woman, the one who's wearing the pretty slippers, or the one who's both empowered and made fragile by her heels. Will her soles tell me something about her soul? Such complexity behind your effortless poetry. I'm glad I'm here to read it again Kate! :-)
Defeat (Poetry) - 5/25/2015 6:47:33 PM
There is nothing as resilient as the human spirit and defeat truly has no enduring influence on how our story ends. Brilliantly penned Kate from your soul.
Defeat (Poetry) - 5/14/2015 10:00:11 AM
At first reading, I thought that defeat does sometimes have a hand in how the story ends--maybe in cases of suicide; but then I reread it and realized how correct you are... defeat has no enduring influence on exactly how the story ends, because what we perceive as the end in most situations is really just another beginning. In that regard, defeat will never win! Yes, it may change things... but it certainly doesn't end things. :)
Cryssa
Defeat (Poetry) - 5/14/2015 3:59:07 AM
I don't think I have ever felt "defeated" in my life. I'm too optimistic to have felt defeated. If we stay being positive, we would be able to tackle the problems. Moments of defeat are actually "challenges" for us to solve the problems the best way we know how, and that is a good learning process to never be defeated!
However, I do enjoy your poem. There are some thoughtful insights and the poem is obviously well-thought out; but then again you have always written some very good poetry.
I like this!
Sandie :o)
Defeat (Poetry) - 5/13/2015 12:40:25 PM
Your truths and insights contain so much about this mortal life in so few words, and leaves one thinking of the solutions in between the lines, for me that is love and courage. Profound poetry beautiful Kate xo
Defeat (Poetry) - 5/13/2015 9:33:11 AM
We all are defeated in the end… by death. What your poem tells us, is that it is not how the story ends. That's why I'm writing mine one story at a time.
Thanks for making me use my thinking cap.
Ron
Defeat (Poetry) - 5/13/2015 7:26:59 AM
"Defeat," comparing it to pieces of life...
Always,
Deborah
Defeat (Poetry) - 5/13/2015 6:37:16 AM
potently descriptive ... defeat is for those who've forgotten how to fight and for those while in the midst of struggling just give up or rationalize its about its worthiness ... to many defeat occurs as soon as they are born ... to others when they die ...
Defeat (Poetry) - 5/13/2015 5:14:13 AM
But it gives us the courage to rise high ...a Phoenix from the ashes...and try again...and again..
Diana...
Defeat (Poetry) - 5/13/2015 3:33:33 AM
I thought you were going to talk about how defeat hurt after a long day walking but this one was OK too......
Love Ya,
Walt
Defeat (Poetry) - 5/12/2015 5:30:37 PM
Defeat is only a stage... actually a catalyst; a learning experience. Always, I am loving your personifications and the breath of life that you give to your writing. -- Jeff
Defeat (Poetry) - 5/12/2015 1:55:24 PM
I like what Andy said about the word spelled backwards, must be a British word...LOL...I've known defeat as it has been quite a big part of my life...but still I am alive & TRYING to fight the good fight as best I can...Find Peace, Young Lady, -e-
Defeat (Poetry) - 5/12/2015 12:36:59 PM
D-E-F-E-A-T...mantra bestowed in the strength of numbers...that's an amplification to illustrate a teaching point in poetry form or Biblical text...
"on just how the story ends."
Love your influence that acquaintance has always had on me, Kate. Blessed Be.
Sage
Defeat (Poetry) - 5/12/2015 12:30:56 PM
...one person de-feat is in the....other's
me me me me mind....
Defeat (Poetry) - 5/12/2015 12:18:14 PM
Blighter. Indeed we lost 1-0 to Swansea, but why rub it in.
Though always remember that defeat spelt backwards is taefed.
Defeat (Poetry) - 5/12/2015 11:51:36 AM
I love how you rise like clotted cream to the top in the last phrases. Of course I had to look up the etymology of defeat, thinking that if there's a "De", anything, there most be a positive meaning to the other half of the word... Here's where I wish I had me a set of Oxford English dictionaries. I was thoroughly dis-satisfied with the googled answers. Therefore, I will make up my own. Better yet, I'll adopt your perfectly satisfactory definition of the whole.
Feat=the end of the story.. Defeat=it's not the end yet. --Charlie
Defeat (Poetry) - 5/12/2015 11:38:46 AM
I was particularly pleased with the last stanza where you cleverly wordsmithed hope into the undeniable malaise that suffocates many. Well done, as always. You are truly seizing the days again. To this poet, your work is looked forward to and truly appreciated.
Defeat (Poetry) - 5/12/2015 11:38:24 AM
You know, I don't believe I have ever felt defeat in my life. Eh . . . Maybe that is because I have never set my standards very high. Yes, I have been down and out many times, especially during those two lost decades of mine, but even down and out I never felt defeat enter my subconscious. I always fought the good fight and climbed out of whatever predicament I happened to be in. Even now, in my later years (seventy-six last month) when many people this age begin to feel a taste of a life lived in defeat. Not me, my sun may be sinking, my life nearly over, but I am still vibrant as I write my poems and live my life without dwelling on anything which smells like defeat.
Defeat (Poetry) - 5/12/2015 11:27:13 AM
You summed it up perfectly. DEFEAT
A Question Of Perspective (Poetry) - 5/11/2015 4:32:39 PM
Now, here's a find for a dreary afternoon of searching for a poem on several sites that's worth reading, pondering and sending back some thoughts. Well, you scored high on all counts. Succinctly profound in its simplicity of structure, lyrically flowing with just enough play on words to make the point. Loved this one.
Angelic Visitation (Poetry) - 5/6/2015 9:26:29 AM
Such a moving and meaningful poetic sharing, Kate. I believe in angels. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis
The Dream Me (Poetry) - 5/3/2015 6:51:15 PM
Hang in there Kate, you've already won an award from me.
Presence (Poetry) - 5/3/2015 6:49:45 PM
Kate you have captured that feeling we have when we wake suddenly and don't know if we have been living a dream or reality. Keep your gossamer wings strong Kate.
Presence (Poetry) - 5/3/2015 1:36:36 PM
Wonderfully descriptive of something so fleeting...
Diana...
Presence (Poetry) - 4/26/2015 4:08:25 PM
This is beautiful and full of hope.
I hope you are feeling much better!
Blessings,
Christine
Presence (Poetry) - 4/23/2015 9:39:03 AM
Never let those lucid dreams fly away! Out, OUT! Darned "dream-fleeters!" Sounds like something tries to drag you down, but you keep rising above it - that is metaphorical perfection! After all, gravity really is just a "state of mind;" so, as long as your beautiful mind (and, Kate, you do have an incredibly beautiful mind!) believes it can fly, then who is 'gravity' to tell you that you cannot? Just keep chasing those lucid dreams; overtake that "fleeting presence;" and smother it with honey from the bees! I love drinking your imagery! Just call me "drunk-with-Kate's-honey." :) -- Jeff
Presence (Poetry) - 4/18/2015 4:25:19 PM
Bee's are very symbolic, as they are not technically designed to fly! A bit of that feeling of drifting away and not knowing where you are when you awake. The need to realign your whereabouts and your thinking. To recover a sliver of a thought from that otherworld and wonder; was I really there?
Sweet dreams, Kate!
Presence (Poetry) - 4/15/2015 7:58:22 AM
Hi Kate,
Sorry to be the odd one out again
How does the ground continually rise up to meet you?
If the ground has risen up to meet you, it cannot then do it continually without first receding.
Surely, the first line should have read more on these lines.
The ground rises to meet me; bee-like, I resist its undulating form.
A feeling I have experienced many a time, after one too many Black Velvets (Guinness and port).
Presence (Poetry) - 4/13/2015 5:41:03 AM
a deep sense of reacquiring the honey of a dream that cannot be held down ... resistance is fleeting but hope is enduring ..
Presence (Poetry) - 4/13/2015 4:51:10 AM
There is a depth of understanding and interpretation here that is uplifting and filled with promise. The promise of fulfillment that comes when we have struggled and at last exerted every ounce of will to overcome and become victorious. Yes, that's it for me, the philosophy I know of Kate and I love it. May peace and love be always with you my friend. Jon Michael
Presence (Poetry) - 4/11/2015 9:22:14 AM
I'm trying to get my mind around this one. I think you're writing about a dream presence that is disturbing but difficult to describe, even in poetry.
Ron
The Dream Me (Poetry) - 4/11/2015 5:26:49 AM
It's a pleasure to read your works as you are known for your marvelous mind in creating thinkable poetry. Always happy to see you in print.
George
Presence (Poetry) - 4/11/2015 4:17:11 AM
always upwards like
a bird of hope
As we all should strive to be.
Presence (Poetry) - 4/9/2015 10:59:35 AM
I would love to be the "fleeting presence" that manifests itself before and expresses to you that you are whom you are and most appreciated and loved. Thank you, Kate. Love and best wishes from me,
Regis
The Dream Me (Poetry) - 4/9/2015 10:13:56 AM
A wise man once said,
"There's nothing to do that can't be done,
Nothing to win that can't be won,
Nothing to say that hasn't been said,
It's easy to do once you learn how to play the game, It's easy."
Don't know how I missed this metaphorical gem.
Good on ya Katherine.
Walt
Presence (Poetry) - 4/9/2015 10:01:53 AM
Ah yes, gravity. That which binds us and keeps us from soaring like in our dreams.
I haven't had one in a long time, but as a child I had many flying dreams and always awoke with the wonderful feeling of freedom.
I wish for those dreams again. But alas, not to be.
Walt
Presence (Poetry) - 4/9/2015 9:38:09 AM
Best description of the moment I have read in a very long time.
Enjoyed every nuance.
Presence (Poetry) - 4/9/2015 7:39:05 AM
wonderful writing Kate...xo
Presence (Poetry) - 4/8/2015 7:57:12 PM
You and I Kate, have something in common, we both seem to be allergic to gravity...LOL, love ya and all your writes...-e-
Presence (Poetry) - 4/8/2015 7:15:45 PM
There is something wholly holy about a new born day awakening as you so fabulously described. So I'm wondering if what happened is when the Angels tucked yesterday to bed last night, they shook the billowy, cloudy covers so hard that, Chicken Little, a piece may have fallen in you head, to take root there. Was it windy last night? It just takes a molecule or so, you know. If such is the case, I'd nurse it. Lots of inner trees for thoughts blooming all over the place in there at night. If I were one of the twelve dancing princesses, I'd love to be invited to the ball. --Charlie
Presence (Poetry) - 4/8/2015 1:37:40 PM
You capture the essence that poetry instills in we poor mortals.
Most happy to read you again and I'm still in awe of your marvelous talent. I hope you have found a publisher for your works.
George
Presence (Poetry) - 4/8/2015 11:46:01 AM
Kate,
Good to read you again!
Those fleeting presence sure fly by faster and faster each day now.
I can't seem to remember my dreams these days, what's up with that?
We all need to have a bit of grounding thrown at us every now and again. Sounds like you could use some!
Much peace love and light
Amber
Presence (Poetry) - 4/8/2015 11:45:53 AM
~Kate~
Unique the presence of soft-edged glow.
Like prayer and hope.
Lady Mary Ann
Presence (Poetry) - 4/8/2015 11:10:40 AM
As we grow older, the ever present gravity reminds us how confined our bodies are, unless, of course, one has a mind that can lift one's body into other dimensions with the power of mind...as you have. Excellent wordsmithing.
Presence (Poetry) - 4/8/2015 11:09:19 AM
Your poem has reached out and grabbed me. Your words capture some true feelings I myself have experienced, and that is a fantastic thing, especially the last stanza.
The Dream Me (Poetry) - 3/31/2015 8:19:51 AM
You know's a lot more than your modesty tells us.
This is a classic and I am glad to have found you again, Kate.
Superb revelation!
The Dream Me (Poetry) - 3/22/2015 12:32:03 PM
A pleasure to read Kate. We have ups and downs highs and lows so we continue the good fight even in our dreams at night. Carry your torch high my friend for all the world to see you'll carry on and survive. May peace and love be always with you. Jon Michael
The Dream Me (Poetry) - 3/22/2015 7:46:02 AM
Very enjoyable read. I suspect everyone had a "dream me." I know my dream me has been playing for a long while, but maybe it is time to turn "reality me" back on....
The Dream Me (Poetry) - 3/21/2015 9:55:28 PM
Ooo...eerie. It leaves me thinking of Easter a bit, really, recalling that story from the bible where a woman's been bleeding 12 years non-stop, and thinks that if she could just sneak up and touch the hem of Jesus' garment, then she'd be healed. But he feels that sapping of energy leave him at her touch. ...anyways, in spite of the cost to you, this write has got me thinking beautiful things. I'm thinking a massage for you with some energy work mixed in might be just the thing to put things right. --Charlie
The Dream Me (Poetry) - 3/21/2015 4:32:10 PM
Wonderful writing always a pleasure to read you...xo
The Dream Me (Poetry) - 3/20/2015 4:17:40 AM
Switch On - Spring Awaits!
The Dream Me (Poetry) - 3/18/2015 1:41:26 PM
we are waiting for the sanctuary within us to put the switch back on and illuminate the garden right under our feet
The Dream Me (Poetry) - 3/17/2015 9:39:12 AM
Well, here's to hoping those "prodigals" are switching you on. I sent you an email, but I'm not sure if you even read emails - many people consider it 'old-fashioned;' so many nowadays are about 'texting' and Words With Friends (which I *LOVE*, btw) - wasting time on WWF and poetry sites... sure it's a dream, but it's MY dream! ;-) Dreams do come at a steep cost... sometimes. And no, that cost cannot always easily be quantified. I also love "sneeze of a dress;" at least, assuming there's not "snot" involved... LOL. Kate, as always, I love your characterizations and personifications; in just a few lines, you have us all captive to your imagery. And, contrary to Ronald Hull, I watch "Downton Abbey," not the lesser-known distant cousin, "Downtown Abbey." :-)
The Dream Me (Poetry) - 3/17/2015 5:20:35 AM
Strange that a person from the UK would dream of things (Academy Awards, Al Capone card shark and Greyhound bus) Stateside. While those of us in the States would be dreaming of The Royals and Downtown Abbey.
Your dreams must be powerful to suck the prodigals out of you! ;-)
Ron
PS… Don't sneeze in that dress!
The Dream Me (Poetry) - 3/16/2015 4:03:22 PM
Sneeze of a dress , how perfect is that! This is very visual and well written.
The Dream Me (Poetry) - 3/16/2015 1:07:24 PM
Well I think it is true to say that, we have all been guilty of prodigal waste at some time or another. Some might suggest wasting money on poetry sites is the ultimate sin, whereas dreams cost nothing.
Yet there again how does one value a dream?
The Dream Me (Poetry) - 3/16/2015 12:42:08 PM
I relate to what you express through your verses here, Kate; I have been a bit "on the edge" lately; probably because (at least that is one of my excuses) of a winter that has not been. Thank you for sharing. Love and best wishes,
Regis
The Dream Me (Poetry) - 3/16/2015 11:52:14 AM
Lean and mean, getting to the essence of longing VS acceptance. lIke pins in slowly inserted into our cultural voodoo doll, you've penned an encapsulate of the malaise that is slowly poisoning many--at least that's how it struck me. Well done.
The Dream Me (Poetry) - 3/16/2015 11:50:25 AM
I can most assuredly see you clutching that statuette, on that red carpet and all. I don't usually get to where I can't write, although I sure as heck get to where I can't write all that well, like my poetry has been lately. Get those prodigals to free you up, and I know you will.
1500s (Poetry) - 2/25/2015 10:22:38 AM
Having to spend a great deal of my work time proof editing audio books for Blackstone, I often am involved with history books. Here, you've painted a most revealing piece of originality when it comes to picturing the past and that which is only available to us through the printed page. Thank you for offering such insight. Kudos.
1500s (Poetry) - 2/11/2015 1:17:29 PM
I have MISSED you! Wow... I *love* lines like: "...a needlepoint of swallows wove its tapestries through gloom-laden rafters. " - I guess the 'gloom' thing fits me at the moment; but the perfection of your particular wording is inherently vivid, to say the least! -- Jeff Mason
'Slippers' (Poetry) - 2/6/2015 7:04:14 AM
OMG! I have SO missed reading you! Hope you are doing well. I *LOVE* this! You have such a gift, an amazing way of personifying items in the most endearing way possible.
WOW: "more razor than her / hot-head, nine-inch pigtails." Come on now, how do you come up with treats like that? And what about "soft-souled and sneaky" - Freudian slip? "soul" vs. "sole?" Either way, it's perfect! Soft-[souled] gives more of the personification to the item, as well as being an intriguing curiosity to the reader. Kate, you don't do things "by accident;" this is just wonderful!
Do We (Poetry) - 10/29/2014 1:11:22 PM
Indeed, I think we are all one in our aloneness/alonemess.
Sprightly written with such delightful upbeat rhyme and meter.
I'm in da groove.
Kinship and Solitude (Poetry) - 10/7/2014 8:39:27 PM
What is needed, good company of course, and a campfire is so nice to sit with your kins, solitude has to be something we all can relate too also. Old love's do disappear and never return, so sad too.
Do We (Poetry) - 9/26/2014 10:24:05 AM
If we are part of everything then everything is a part of us. Humans so want to be a part of the the collective and yet at the same time we so want to insist on our uniqueness, insisting on social "better than" parameters. We are a strange lot. M.True
Ageing Gracefully (Poetry) - 9/22/2014 1:26:07 AM
Time does leave its aging lines on those lucky enough to reach their prime.
Do We (Poetry) - 9/16/2014 9:03:56 AM
ahh, music to my ears - love it
Slippage (Poetry) - 9/16/2014 8:31:40 AM
my feet would love this luxury right about now
Do We (Poetry) - 9/15/2014 11:13:42 AM
I find this so very meaningful, Kate. I love the beat (rhythm), the rhyme, the way it flows and expresses the way things are... ...and yet, it still makes me think of possibilities but then, I do feel a reawakening these days. I hope I don't get let down. You grabbed me by the heart/soul with this one, Kate. Thank you! Love and best wishes to you,
Regis
Do We (Poetry) - 9/12/2014 2:49:47 PM
I think we do.
Do We (Poetry) - 9/12/2014 6:13:18 AM
That was really cool! Reminds me of beat, rather than hip-hop. But then it does have a hip-hop rhythm to it that would get jittery drug addled ravers going nowhere fast.
Ron
Do We (Poetry) - 9/12/2014 6:12:36 AM
excellent ... love the rhyme, rhythm and message of this poem ... simple yet sophisticated ...
Do We (Poetry) - 9/12/2014 3:32:45 AM
Perhaps that is our reason for existing; to cope with and come to grips with the ordeal of being alone, for surely that is what we fear most and fantasize most about, even to impossible outcomes like basking at the feet of eternal light (in life we would call that sleep deprivation and torture) or being attended day and night by dozens of virgins (an infantile Paradise) - you poets come very close to resolving the cruelty for the rest of us. Casting laughter, even scornful laughter at our fate strengthens our resolve. Thanks.
Do We (Poetry) - 9/12/2014 2:45:21 AM
Yet another thought provoking piece, Kate.
Do We (Poetry) - 9/11/2014 7:56:34 PM
Kinda whimsical with serious questions. It made me think....and smile!
Peace,
Dayvid
Do We (Poetry) - 9/11/2014 5:37:21 PM
I find it to be true, with regards our alone-ness...-e-
Do We (Poetry) - 9/11/2014 1:51:34 PM
I think so as feelings are shared equally.
Do We (Poetry) - 9/11/2014 1:31:00 PM
Listen to this for sure . . .
Don't get into a fret
Cause you know what you'll get
If it puts you in a sweat
We'll just catch the next jet
Do We (Poetry) - 9/11/2014 1:30:43 PM
An insightful view of what far too many delude themselves into thinking doesn't exist, i.e., this aloneness, which if managed with healthy attitude, is quite rewarding...even with one's muse sitting across or beside one all the time requesting a bit of exchange.
Do We (Poetry) - 9/11/2014 1:19:51 PM
Very good, sounds like a Dr. Suess rhyme...
I really liked this.
Love and Light,
Lily
Slippage (Poetry) - 9/10/2014 10:25:59 AM
Kate,
I say keep on swimming and end up at my shore! We can have a blast!
Ah, the relaxation of just melting into the ocean and walking on the shore...heaven on earth!
I get to do this quite often and feel so blessed for it!
Great Write,
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Slippage (Poetry) - 9/9/2014 8:35:32 AM
Swimming outside the systems imaginary, yet binding, constraints is enlightened living.
Slippage (Poetry) - 9/9/2014 7:59:18 AM
I find this a very innovative way to relax. Perhaps something even more profound, meditate, on the end of summer and the coming of fall.
Ron
Slippage (Poetry) - 9/9/2014 7:31:21 AM
Powerful images that stir up meaning and emotion; thank you for sharing your gift, Kate. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Slippage (Poetry) - 9/9/2014 2:27:21 AM
Swim on, Kate - Swim On.
Slippage (Poetry) - 9/8/2014 7:38:38 PM
I missed the beach and ocean this summer I'm afraid, I was still recooperating from my hospital stay & didn't have the desire to go into my ocean this summer...also my financial situation is kind of strained as I am on disability and only make just enough to pay the rent and have a very small amount left over...I had my MANY MANY days at my beach and have those memories...and when someone like you Kate writes of the beach and the sea, I am so drawn to it, even though I live but 50 miles from it, I still don't feel right using the gas to get to it...thank you for this beautiful rendering...-e-
Slippage (Poetry) - 9/8/2014 7:31:08 PM
Very nice, I like slippage more than ever now...
Slippage (Poetry) - 9/8/2014 3:42:56 PM
Good to see a posting! And so timely, love fall but hard to see summer go as you have aptly stated.
Slippage (Poetry) - 9/8/2014 2:12:12 PM
the alliteration that adorns your sumptuous images echo the coming of the bodies end and its incessant renewal into the sea of life - truly a liberated spirit will swim when all around continues to drown ...
Slippage (Poetry) - 9/8/2014 12:55:56 PM
Little feet don't fail me now... we must remember to give our feet a holiday! Fun read. M.True
Slippage (Poetry) - 9/8/2014 9:54:14 AM
Well written.
Slippage (Poetry) - 9/8/2014 9:01:03 AM
You bring sexuality into this gem.
Slippage (Poetry) - 9/8/2014 7:57:34 AM
Gosh, when Odin speaks . . . What is left to say? . . . Still, time is what its all about, and time waits for no one . . . (Can't believe I said that) . . . You can either accept the inevitable or move to San Diego where I read once that the mean temperature there was seventy-something-degrees, and that ain't bad. Another winner from the Burnside pen . . .
Slippage (Poetry) - 9/8/2014 7:50:15 AM
Wonderful metaphoric wisdom, given the vast majority of species are shackled to time's obsessive dominance. To swim, indeed.
At Chesil Bank (Poetry) - 9/7/2014 12:18:48 PM
Glad to see you're still hear, Kate, and writing better than ever. Your use of concrete detail and fresh language is a delight.
'Slippers' (Poetry) - 8/25/2014 2:42:25 PM
Very creative and full of vivid imagery; well done, Kate. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis
At Chesil Bank (Poetry) - 8/17/2014 12:47:15 PM
Recently visiting Chesil I may have a bit of a clue at understanding your poem.
I had no idea how long nor how wide it is with the sea on either side. Nor its Jurassic history and seafaring past.
Indeed, anchor and listen to eons of wisdom. xxxx
At Chesil Bank (Poetry) - 8/8/2014 5:12:30 AM
Somehow I get lost in between words but, your words
never fall behind and your poetry never drifts, Kate.
Always,
Deborah
At Chesil Bank (Poetry) - 8/7/2014 9:36:58 AM
Don't know how I missed this poem but I'm so happy to see you drop anchor and write a spell.
The imagery in your poetic verses stirs the embers of my sleepy mind and shows me how poetry is supposed to be written.
You will never lose your touch in displaying your gift for words and how you display them for our benefit from a land that will never cease to bring forth great poets such as your self.
Wish you were with us more often.
Georgeoxoxox
At Chesil Bank (Poetry) - 8/5/2014 12:28:37 PM
Wonderfully worded connections to that which is as real as steal. In a world of make believe it is hard to find anything worth holding fast to these days, and so such poetry as yours stands out. M.True
At Chesil Bank (Poetry) - 8/3/2014 5:28:11 PM
The symbolism and imagery gives powerful expression to the intended meaning that is shared so well through your verses here, Kate. Thank you for sharing your gift. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis
At Chesil Bank (Poetry) - 8/3/2014 5:29:49 AM
You know your iron, Kate, and its way with wind and wave.
At Chesil Bank (Poetry) - 8/3/2014 3:16:18 AM
Another fine poem from your poetic pen, Kate. And nice to see you anchoring here at A.D. for a moment.
At Chesil Bank (Poetry) - 8/2/2014 2:40:26 PM
so much vivid imagery ... a real treat ...
"Love bites. The shingle compliant to each
thrust and suck of sea’s constant French kiss,
all feathers here have flown and no scattered
ears of shells exchange their Chinese whispers"
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At Chesil Bank (Poetry) - 8/2/2014 11:15:52 AM
From what I read, it seems to have gone there to contemplate and have thought that perhaps you could get the answers to what is troubling you in the peace of the place.
Anyway, I like well-meaning French kisses and reading your poetry… Welcomed back.
Ron
At Chesil Bank (Poetry) - 8/2/2014 10:04:39 AM
My anchor is Rene...she binds to me and keeps me in one place quite well...I think we all need such love that holds us in place...e
At Chesil Bank (Poetry) - 8/2/2014 9:20:22 AM
Ahhh . . . The anchor then is the steadying and apparently the one source of calm as it gives respite to a wandering soul.
"Love bites. The shingle compliant to each
thrust and suck of sea’s constant French kiss,
all feathers here have flown and no scattered
ears of shells exchange their Chinese whispers."
You have pinpointed my friend, the shameful conundrum which love concocts upon us, and we are more than willing to accept things we normally would not accept in love's name. This is one of, if not the, best poem I have ever read of yours, Kate.
At Chesil Bank (Poetry) - 8/2/2014 8:35:55 AM
energetically I felt the heaviness of the anchor - the word usage is profound
At Chesil Bank (Poetry) - 8/2/2014 7:03:15 AM
Within these words there resides the enigmatic presence of paradox and revelation, often its elements of wisdom cast aside by the "drive-by" reader, who being bent on reaching some illusionary destination, forgets that fine writing as this may be all one needs for a day of rewarding breath. Fine, fine.
Kinship and Solitude (Poetry) - 7/19/2014 8:34:58 PM
your imagery induces perspective, I like that. M.True
Pina Colada Kinship (Poetry) - 7/1/2014 11:20:42 AM
So easily you seem to turn each simple phrase, like examining the contents of your drink through the transparency of glass. N,True
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 7/1/2014 11:17:01 AM
Your words compel the reader to not only examine tangible objects but also themselves. This is art. M.True
Desiderata (Poetry) - 7/1/2014 11:11:23 AM
Grew up on Spock and company. I like your vision of a Vulcan consumed by the flames of his own hidden passion for science and the worlds beyond our mostly limited imagination. M.True
Like This (Poetry) - 7/1/2014 11:05:13 AM
I do like your subtle fist to the chest, a pounding of senses to revive an otherwise nearly dead world of art. M.True
'Slippers' (Poetry) - 7/1/2014 11:01:13 AM
Very descriptive to eye and mind's eye. M.True
The Moment - Part 3 (Poetry) - 7/1/2014 10:58:22 AM
It does make one wonder just how much control we have, if any, over our own destinies. Nice write! M.True
The Moment - Part 2 (Poetry) - 7/1/2014 10:54:19 AM
Beautiful. I would call this keen anticipation. M.True
The Moment (Poetry) - 7/1/2014 10:52:58 AM
This would be an ode to my memory as well. M.True
A Mother Of Hotels (Poetry) - 7/1/2014 10:51:29 AM
quite the travelog vignette. I especially like the mothering element. Nice touch for a place of refuge and comfort. M.True
Kinship and Solitude (Poetry) - 6/17/2014 10:18:20 AM
Sometimes solitude is good but other times it's not. Then comes along a good friend who takes the solitude away. Lovely write Kate.
Kate
Kinship and Solitude (Poetry) - 6/15/2014 6:20:47 PM
Good friends have that ability to warm you after holding a cold heart.
Kinship and Solitude (Poetry) - 6/14/2014 1:41:48 PM
Cowboy poetry, Kate! Who knew? Soft textures of exploding "p"s and subtle "s"s and graceful "f"s frame beautifully your picture of an intimate friendship. --Charlie. Thanks right back atcha for a thoughtful review of The Clouds and My Father.
Kinship and Solitude (Poetry) - 6/14/2014 9:40:59 AM
A succinct array of crafted words to lure the ethereal in all of us. Well done.
Kinship and Solitude (Poetry) - 6/14/2014 3:15:28 AM
I find I like both at times - Kinship is wonderful, but Solitude often soothes my soul.
Kinship and Solitude (Poetry) - 6/13/2014 6:20:34 AM
Kate, may kinship and love follow you
for the rest of your days...
Always,
Deborah
Kinship and Solitude (Poetry) - 6/12/2014 11:06:36 PM
Picturesque poetry abounds in this small package. You can do so much with so few words. GREAT talent lives here. Happy Birthday Kate!
Kinship and Solitude (Poetry) - 6/12/2014 4:02:19 PM
Terse yet poignant and lovingly rendered.
Happy Birthday, you who are truly an inspiration...may all your dreams unfold into reality and your spirit be refreshed
Blessings, xo Chris
Kinship and Solitude (Poetry) - 6/12/2014 2:56:00 PM
Kate,
Happy Birthday!!!! Keep those campfires burning and those old flames close to heart, that keeps us young of spirit!
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
Kinship and Solitude (Poetry) - 6/12/2014 12:43:50 PM
Happy Birthday!
hope that campfire has the prowess to rekindle that old love's face ;)
Kinship and Solitude (Poetry) - 6/12/2014 11:46:14 AM
Succinct and yet so engaging and powerful in meaning and emotions awakened; thank you for sharing your gift, Kate. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Kinship and Solitude (Poetry) - 6/12/2014 10:37:00 AM
Always enjoyed good company. Great post!
Sandie
Kinship and Solitude (Poetry) - 6/12/2014 9:37:02 AM
I do love solitude, in my mind or in reality...e
Kinship and Solitude (Poetry) - 6/12/2014 8:25:38 AM
Short, but filled with imagery and metaphors...
Cryssa :)
Kinship and Solitude (Poetry) - 6/12/2014 7:48:53 AM
You betcha. "Good company / dancing over an old love's face" I love it, love it I tell ya.
'Slippers' (Poetry) - 6/11/2014 3:39:59 AM
Your creativity is just superb. Out of slippers comes such a beautiful write. Kudos Kathy!
Love On The Rocks (Poetry) - 6/11/2014 3:37:17 AM
Awww so cleverly written. My imagination is working a bit over time.
Mary
Like This (Poetry) - 6/11/2014 3:34:24 AM
Wow! Your poems are absolutely phenomenal Kathy. Reading this poem instantly activates the redears imagination. Very well done!
Mary
Like This (Poetry) - 6/10/2014 7:49:41 AM
an epic piece, Kate one which draws from your finely honed skills in putting together the imagery of each scene with so much intent and significance
Amor
Like This (Poetry) - 5/19/2014 2:07:12 AM
Second time in two days that I've read the word sepia. I have to write about this colorful bit of poetry.
First of all, the inspiration for this bit, "Ablution in Banjos" is quite remarkable. His style, distinctly his own. But I love how you play off of a few lines within it.-- the burning fire of love.
First thing that comes to my mind is old photographs from the 70's that have faded to oranges and browns, where I pick up the word "sepia" and then turn it into flames. From there, it's like a silent film, unfolding in flutter-frames of motion, slowly, we see, we read a line, we see, we read, and so on.--the silent screams, the wild eyes, the crowd's wordless noise, the flames, the smoldering homes, the frantic glances, epiphany...
No, life isn't like that, but metaphorically it is., which is, after all, just as real, if not more real than kinesthetics. Love. It reels. It reals. It burns to blazes inhibitions. I imagined so much in your wounded smile line--the truth of how we hide pain behind lips bent upwards--wounds stitched in place with surgical precision.--a surgical decision to mask everything singed. But when the second home catches fire, then all changes.
"Unstitched wound" says all of this to me. The moment when it burns away and her mouth turns to flame is the denouement . Resolution. Transcendence. They walk away from burnt facades. A silent movie that's both surreal and beautifully true all at once. I like it.
--Charlie
Like This (Poetry) - 5/17/2014 12:39:26 PM
Quite interesting visual Kate...
I enjoyed this.
Love and Light,
Lily
Beg, Steal Or Borrow (Poetry) - 5/17/2014 9:11:56 AM
Deep thoughts in this poem that most have had happen to them. Thank God for today AS TOMORROW WILL TAKE CARE OF ITSELF.
George
Like This (Poetry) - 5/16/2014 3:01:00 AM
I Like This poem.
Like This (Poetry) - 5/14/2014 9:27:35 AM
Kate,
This poem is on fire! You come back with a big bang! Good to read you again...I like this...
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
Like This (Poetry) - 5/14/2014 7:36:15 AM
Makes me want to write a poem called, "Like That." Only I can't write a poem like this, like that, because I don't have talent like this to write like that. So, I'll just have to read and wonder at beautiful poems written like this.
You are the greatest!
Ron
Like This (Poetry) - 5/14/2014 7:35:10 AM
time or space cannot separate the consummation of spirit of those who are alike in form and thought even when life attempts to decimate their connection .... very unique, Kate ... i really "like this" poem ...
Like This (Poetry) - 5/14/2014 7:26:02 AM
Reality has a way of making its permanent mark and one can only smile. To be so lucky to find what we need.
Like This (Poetry) - 5/14/2014 6:21:52 AM
This is an unusual poem from you.
George
Like This (Poetry) - 5/13/2014 9:55:52 PM
Powerful message.
Like This (Poetry) - 5/13/2014 8:21:11 PM
i love the images portrayed in this poem. breath taking.
Like This (Poetry) - 5/13/2014 3:17:25 PM
Ominously gripping and very effective; thoroughly thought-inciting. Well done, Kate! By the way, I love your profile photo. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis
Like This (Poetry) - 5/13/2014 12:52:24 PM
Ahhh . . . I believe the timing is perfect for the eventual destruction of "it is like this." You penned a unique poem to give us warning, but I say the warning has come much too late.
'Slippers' (Poetry) - 5/6/2014 6:59:45 AM
Rubies and rupees and kudos, a magic carpet ride. Patrick
'Slippers' (Poetry) - 5/6/2014 4:37:42 AM
Such clever fun! My Slippers are defined by medium heels that don't hurt....ruby red, sequinned and worn in the snow at my daughters almost Christmas wedding....
Magic? Oh yes!
Hugs,
Diana....
'Slippers' (Poetry) - 4/29/2014 3:19:15 PM
There's no place like home X 3,Dorothy.
Hmm, the skin on skin could bring s.kin.
Your voice is clear, and magical as ever, too. xx
'Slippers' (Poetry) - 4/29/2014 11:53:08 AM
Oh yes, that marvelous time when the weather is perfect for sparsely adorned feet that dance like Cinderella . Naked toes in , well some sandals can be down right noisy too, the point is.......I'm all for the sand softened feet of summer that your poem reminded me of. Inspired slippers indeed!
'Slippers' (Poetry) - 4/28/2014 8:07:48 AM
Inventive, fresh verse. Smart, fun, meaningful words that fizz with energy. Marvelous, Kate. ~~ Diana
'Slippers' (Poetry) - 4/27/2014 8:14:53 PM
A play with poetic words that deserves a second glance. Very creative Kate! Splendid indeed!
Blessings,
John Michael
'Slippers' (Poetry) - 4/27/2014 3:41:03 PM
...wonderful poem..."with time to savour
fabric, touch and feel"...
Oh! What I'd do without my heelless pair...that
flatten out my day-to-day springing clangour
and...hurry things forward...in my 24/7 life.
Thank you Kate, for making my day!
'Slippers' (Poetry) - 4/27/2014 2:18:49 PM
Creativity flows as always, Kate, musical, rhythmic, and you have such insight.
I love to wear my pair of soft red slipper shoes, and there is always a certain kind of energy to match. This is the first poem I have read, I was happy to see you posting. I just got a new computer today, just set up. I have not had one in many months and have not been writing. Time to inhale deeply and find some inspiration, and best place to start is here :)) xo Christine
'Slippers' (Poetry) - 4/27/2014 12:01:01 PM
Between sandals, shoes, slippers, heels, and flat shoes, I have over 50 pairs of them with me, but yet.... my favorite pair which I wear most of the time is the one I have on in my profile photo. which is far more comfortable then all the slippers. I've bought this one at half price in "Payless" shoes store. I can walk, jog, and run with in them. This pair of shoes, even though it is the cheapest pair of all, is the most comfortable pair that I have ever worn. I've even told my family that if and when I die, I wish to be buried with this pair of shoes. I meant that, but they all seem to think I was only joking.
I like the way defined between the heels and the slippers. Great poem!
Sandie
