Claire

2005-08-16
Manic and nightmarish - clutching to the hope that everything might be okay come the morning.

2005-08-08
It's not long at all compared to many poems

2005-08-08
It's not long at all compared to many poems

2005-08-05
Hot, boiling days are always so hard in schools - the kids get all wiggly and can't focus. The classroom I worked in had huge, huge windows all round it, which the children had to try really hard not to stare desperately out of - the size of those windows wound them up I think, massive green playing fields, massive blue skies but you can't have them - the first week of your school holidays will invariably be dreadful rainy gloom but no you can't play out now, sorry, you have to learn about bloody adjectives children, you can't be out now.

Great poem, it really conveys how oppressive it feels to be cooped up indoors when it's so lovely outside.

2005-08-05
Heaven rushed past on a bicycle last time I ate special mushrooms - it had a small, round picture of The Tweenies on the bell and unfortunately dodgy brakes -

I like this, I like to see an ampersand every now again, they resemble happy worms, squiggling in the throws of orgasm really.

2005-08-05
Amaranthine - eternally beautiful? ever lasting I think? hmmmm. not sure if that's right. seems like a very purple word though. I love what I've read of your poetry anyway, you manage to describe some very depressing and awful feelings in such a pretty, gem-like way.

2005-08-05
I made myself vomit at least 5 times a day for about 15 months, I felt embarrassed with the puke splashed off the toilet and hit me back in the face, and so cross if I felt I wasn't bringing enough up, I'm glad I'm not like that anymore - anyway I think your poem is scarily realistic, I can hear and smell it.

2005-08-05
Jaw-like, frightening

The voice seems in such a panic, as if time's short

So fragile

2005-08-05
The title seems perfect, there's a real sense of deterioration and decay in the piece, as if any hope is somehow rotting - very sad, very blue. My favourite image is the "anemic pillow case" - so pale and sickly. The last stanza is haunting, almost Plathic in the way it sounds and the pictures is strikes up.

2005-08-05
I liked the sound of the poem - liquid, easy to read and in places quite lyrical - but I did find some of the word selection quite predictable - empty and lonely together, despair and sorrow together, sigh and scream, fallen tears, eyes and soul etc. So, so, so many poems couple and arrange those words together that no matter how good the poem is technically or emotionally, you can't help feeling that you've read it a few too many times before I suppose. I liked the repetition of "it's all over now" - sad and songlike.

2005-08-05
good poem it is

good poet you are

2005-08-05
words are so strange when you can feel them buzzing about, sometimes it feels like you know they're there but they're just all muddled up and blurred and refuse to make friends with each other - but when they do you get some decent poetry, like this that you've written here :)

2005-08-05
think i love songs of love and hate best or maybe the songs of leonard cohen album, tricky, i worship him

2005-08-05
i can only swallow magic mushrooms if i have an apple at the same time or it makes me puke everywhere, why must they act so prettily and taste so vile?

2005-08-05
whats your favourite cohen song???????????

2005-08-05
the way this poem skips itself from lEAve to impatientLY to mE is dainty and sounds very natural, not at all forced -

i don't think i get it - but i like it and am envious of people who can write this economically

2005-08-05
oopsie forgot to rate :o

2005-08-05
I love this - so fast it's like a blur, trippy, the pace is racing. I found that as I read it the lines which were most important and lovely to me bounced out and the ones which I didn't feel so close to stepped back - I think that's beautiful, it seems like the poem is offering lines and images which can appeal and fit with everyone, but as you read it the things you care about most are spotlighted and all the others shaded a little.

2005-08-05
Magical, twisting, spinning poetry - glittery and bright - made me dizzy! :)

2005-08-05
I like this, it's gentle and pretty - it nearly works as some kind of onomatopoeic acrostic even, reading vertically down the left "wssts" does sound quite whispering and wind-like. whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhtssssssssssssssssssssssssssswhhhhhhhttttssssssss

hmmmm... well nearly


:)

2005-08-05
The love and hope which shines through at the end of your poem is inspiring - technically the poem is brilliant, very sharp and tight - but of course with this poem, it's the message which is gold. The metaphor of the "Beast" is nightmarish and frightening - very effective.

It must be hard, I'm sorry - best wishes to you, your Mum and your Dad.

2005-08-04
Sweet and warm poem - like a comfort blanket, gentle and snuggly.

(Unless we are to find any double meanings in the word "come" - and there certainly are a lot of comes in this poem, reading it that way does, perhaps, make it a little more exciting)

:)

2005-08-04
I guess the local news stations cover "happier" stories more often than the large ones - my local news station is bumbling and embarrassing but does cover "nice" little events like school fates and sponsored walks attempting to raise money for the local dog home ("nice" but pretty boring right?)

If only there was more positive news for the large stations to cover.

Thank you for reading my poem :)

2005-08-04
cheers for reading it, don't get too drunk

;)