Griffonner

2026-02-23
Love and loving makes you vulnerable. The depth of your vulnerability is directly proportional to the depth of your love. To give yourself in 'true' love, is an act never requiring compensation, never expecting reciprocity. It is the ultimate act of giving isn't it? I think you can't 'take back' love, but you have the ability to stop its flow, in any circumstance. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-23
An interesting write. A viewpoint rather unique I feel. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-23
I was filled with compassion for you when reading the second stanza. Such an awful thing to wake up to. :( But there was of course so much more in this fine poem, and its core premise was undeniably true. We do have the free will to turn the thing off, though, and I think it is something we should do more often. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-23
Thank you for pointing that out, Ray. I'm afraid my typing and my brain are letting me down now and then.... typing constantly. I put the accents in as well. :(
Blessings to you and yours, Allen

2026-02-21
There is great depth of thought in this poem I feel.
"Perhaps I can't live with the choices I've made." I rather feel you have no alternative but to do so in any circumstance I can think of.
I love the preface: One day it will be - at least in this dimension.
Blessings, Allen

2026-02-21
I like the juxtaposition of polarities here: Negative stanza followed by positive observation. The starkness is attention grabbing and at the same time rather reassuring. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-19
Will he wilt like a weed though? :D
Blessings, Allen

2026-02-19
Well written.

A true spring will win at last,
the thawing and seeding and flowering will start
all in good time, and chilly mornings will have passed.

I hope that too. We've had only 9 dry days since Jan 1st, and the ground is waterlogged.... as are we!

May your Spring emerge triumphant soon. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-19
Very wise words. Well put. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-19
Nicely done. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-19
Your poems are so often heartfelt ways of expressing the real life: Your real life. You are to be applauded, Alan, for your stoic determination to persist. Even amid the cacophony of the World your light shines bright. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-19
'Little Blue' manifests in many ways, I think. The poem is rather unique and requires several reads. I also think the concept of being judged in the way we humans think of it is extremely unlikely to be the truth, but that's just my take on it. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-19
May I applaud Marketa's warning. So wise. What maintains the existence of the whole of creation (i,e., everything) is surely able to manifest in any guise. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-18
The second word in the second line says it all! We all learn in life one way or another, sometimes it just takes a tad longer. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-18
There are so many aspects of we humans that we are able to adopt or evade. We can be imperfect in so many ways it makes me cringe!
Blessings, Allen

2026-02-16
Really well written romantic poem. And honest too in its approach to the subject of advancing years. Definitely deserves accolade. It gets ten from me. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-13
Newton's third Law herein:
"To every evil of wrongful action there is an equal and opposite rebellion"
So well expressed in your poem, Kee.
Blessings, love and power to you and yours, Allen

2026-02-13
For those who do not know, this poem of Alan's was definitely no picnic to write (or to Wispa!) A nice humorous diversion, my friend.
Blessings, Allen

2026-02-13
This poem really does deserve accolade! It is a well executed precise about time and ageing which other 'matures' will concur with by the bucket load!
There will be variations of course: Mine for example because I feel that I am still in the process of carrying 'the weight', and whilst I delight in those moments of communion with the Universe (in all its magnificence and beauty) there are fewer such moments than I would like. But as the poem says, they are there to comfort us - and, I feel, recharge us too.
Blessings, Allen

2026-02-13
This poem certainly does speak volumes. Three short stanzas that cover a whole lot of ground. Well written.
Blessings, Allen

2026-02-13
I enjoyed this rather sombre poem because it reflects thoughts that my wife and I have/had. I'm a great believer in the saying "You are where you are because you were meant to be there", and I think that applies to the kind of objects you describe - they will find their intended destination as the world carries on. It does, of course, bring up the question as to whether you will actually worry about such things after you have 'returned home'. But that is another question.
Blessings, Allen

2026-02-13
It is a very interesting poem. I always find it interesting to read how other people interpret such crossroads in life. The protagonist sounds as if he/she feels this choice is the final one to be experienced?
Blessings, Allen

2026-02-11
Hey what an interesting write! And that final line can be read at least two ways. I will be reading this more times for sure. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-11
When I first started reading this poem I formed the opinion it was talking about man's inhumanity to man which is all too evident in the world today. But the 'symbols and signs' tripped me up in that thinking and I was left with questions at the end. But this what all good writing does: Leaves you wanting more as a result of reading. Bravo. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-11
I feel this poem describes a relationship with such a strong bond. The use of 'brother' makes me wonder if in fact it is familial love the protagonist is speaking about, rather than cultural - which I formed the impression of at my first reading. A heartfelt rendering. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-11
Some things are just not meant to be. We grow in ourselves by realising that, but it can be a hard pill to swallow. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-11
A very poignant write as far as I am concerned. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-07
An enjoyable poem that just about covers all the aspects of that time of year. With pleasing rhymes and a smooth flow, it reminds me of the poetry masters of old. Thank you so much for sharing. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-06
Well, you write poetry for starters! :) I did enjoy this, Jim. There was a similarity, in your first stanza, with things my wife and I said at lunch, and the second, well, that created memories for me when I was a small child. Thank you for sharing. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-06
Is it really a false assumption? A really enjoyable read for me. It reminds me of somewhere I have fond memories of. I think it is fulfilling for the reader to find that empathy with the poet's words (and of course fulfilling for the poet to learn of it!) Blessings, Allen

2026-02-06
Nicely penned, Melinda. Reading it I immediately thought of Karma, which to my mind was what your words were imagining. I thought of the word retribution and wondered what would be the opposite... I concluded it is just LOVE. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-06
Great truth, and I empathise with the objective. Did this win? Personally, there have been times in my life when I have realised that something was missing from my day, and it was classical music. Sometimes it breaks through me and smoothes out the wrinkles. B&L, Allen

2026-02-06
I think this is my poem of the year! Absolutely mesmerising read, where each stanza brought a fresh appreciation for the words. B&L, Allen

2026-02-06
Ray, I love this. So well written and constructed. Deserves accolade I think. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-05
I really like this poem. For me it was a twist at the end, but only because of my supposition as I began the read. Nicely done.
Blessings, Allen

2026-02-05
Like all good storytelling your poem leaves your readers wondering IF...
Nicely done. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-04
"Should I leave the chef a tip?" .... Oh yes. Written on paper, and perhaps in rhyme :o) Blessings, Allen

2026-02-04
A classic. I enjoyed the read. It is nice and gentle, just as the relationship within it is described. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-03
Bless. :) Allen

2026-01-30
I think this depends upon your beliefs about '42' (as Douglas Adams refereed to it) :o) Blessings, Allen

2026-01-30
I thought your poem was very 'on point', and every sane person will recognise what you say! I was sad that it concluded with what seemed a palliative that the world keeps on turning. In my opinion, the world does keep on turning but that doesn't mean the madness you highlight is excusable or has less negative influence on people's lives. As usual, keenly observed poetry from your pen, Ken. Bravo! Blessings, Allen

2026-01-29
Bravo! I applaud these words. I applaud those thoughts. It needs saying over and over again, to be drummed into stupid minds until the penny finally drops. There are flowers that bloom with different colours. Everything in existence is different, that is what makes every single thing so valuable, so unique. In the end, each is part of the whole. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-29
Just one word: Brilliant.... dare I add 'sparkling' :o) Blessings, Allen

2026-01-29
Wow, Dougie! We have the same muse! So true. Great poem. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-29
The detail and thought in this fine poem makes it unsurprising to me that you have had these three dreadful experiences. What you say is unquestionably true. I always think back to my science lessons at college, "To every action there is a reaction" and I think that law so aptly applies to every single thing we do, think, and say in this life. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-29
I think that in a way this poem is actually prophetic. I think time - not eons though - will make this come to pass. Blessings, Allen.

2026-01-27
Such a heartfelt write, this. Deserves accolade in my opinion, I felt the pain that would be felt in such a relationship as this. Love has many facets, I think. And I'm beginning to think that true love is so unconditional as to be impossible for the majority of human beings. One look at the world as it is, and woah! Blessings, Allen

2026-01-26
I agree with Jim entirely. So well put. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-25
Sadly, I have to agree with that phrase you repeat in your powerful poem, "No one is coming to save us." Interfering in the evolution of a species may well be an intergalactic/Universal/theosophical no-no. It is up to every one of us ourselves. I personally think that Mankind has to learn about "massing" : How when we come together in thought, deed and intention we are omnipotent. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-25
Hang in there my friend.
Blessings, Allen