one trick pony

2026-04-07
I've enjoyed this series so much. They have innocence and the honesty of youth—poems of romance, of life.

2026-04-07
Surreal and brilliant and expressive, the inanimate has . . . a soul ~~~

I like this so, so much (bookmarked).

2026-04-06
A very interesting reflection possibilities. I take this to heart—all the what-ifs that life presents.

2026-04-06
I just poured my morning cup of sweet tea, then read your poem. Perfect timing, and a beautiful poem to begin this sunny, warm day.

2026-04-06
One of my favorite things is searching the poetbay archives, reading the poems of members who are no longer on the site. The archive of poems is a treasure.

Your poem is, as always, generous and kind and hopeful. I, too, hope her dreams are coming true.

2026-04-05
despite the aridity, this is very rich in images and suggestion.

2026-04-04
This is beautifully written, and lovely to read.

2026-04-04
When I was young I had a habit of "stepping out of myself," that is, seeing myself objectively in time and place. In that way I differed from the youth in your poem. I was aware of time and time passing, and appreciative of the limit of time.

This has given flights, glimpses, of those times and places I haven't thought of in a long time, and I'm glad to be thinking these thoughts.

Anything that takes my mind away from the horrors being committed daily by my rotting country is good.

2026-04-04
the sincerity of these, and the reality of them, take me in completely ~~~

2026-04-02
There is a lot of wisdom and innocence in your young writing.

2026-03-25
i'd like to spend a day in frank ocean's skin, see & feel the world anew~

2026-03-25
I see a painting which says love, and a poem which explains the love.

Beware the muse, she often arrives unexpectedly!

2026-03-25
This is a wow poem if ever there was one. It sings! It's a musical!
It's a history! It's Reet Petite!

2026-03-25
So much is being written these days about consciousness, what is it, can plants and animals, and even molecules and inanimate objects have consciousness?

In my mind, living within a forest all my life, I see plants and animals as a community, a whole, dependent on one another. Does a tree feel pain when it is cut, does it have consciousness? Does the community feel the loss? Very much so, I think, not in the way we do, but there is no reason to assume we, humans, are the sole proprietor of consciousness ~~~~

I appreciate this poem for what you're saying, and saying so well, and the questions you ask.

2026-03-19
This has a pleasing haiku-esque essence to it—a peaceful essence.

Which is most welcome, believe me.

2026-03-16
The poem is alive and vivid—your chagrin is palpable. Words said aloud which cannot be taken back—still ringing in your ears (at least until c.2005.

2026-03-16
This is very touching, and true, to me. A beautiful, wistful, poem.

2026-03-14
Lexington S. C. ?

A lovely portrait of your town, it sounds like you landed in a very sweet spot.

2026-03-14
these are harrowing words ~

2026-03-11
"We fall to rise again." is such a simple notion, but so helpful, especially when the world seems so self-destructive. It gives hope, and hope keeps us going.

It's true, we go through life stumbling and picking ourselves up, and, doing our best to help others pick themselves up.

Thank you for your poem.

2026-03-08
The world needs strong women to oust the broken but powerful men. Lead us to a better world!

Wishing you a positive International Women's Day, Ann.

2026-03-03
Another sweet, dreamy, romantic story. Does a happy ending await?

2026-02-17
You seem to be describing the sublime, that is existence, and beyond existence as we know it. We know something of the sublime which our earthly existence offers, what your words convey exceeds want we can imagine.

That is how I read your words, though I've tangled up my own words try to explain my thoughts!

2026-02-17
It's lovely to be loved,
and lovely to acknowledge that love, as you have.

2026-02-14
I appreciate every word of this poem, it rings to true to me. Thank you.

2026-02-11
I'm liking this a lot:

"Singing whenever I want to
fall in love with everybody
who shows me his or her soul"

Seems about right to me, a good way to live life.

2026-02-07
I don't mean to be dramatic, but this takes my breath away.

Bookmarked, printed, read and reread and will read again.

2026-02-06
You have a good understanding of American political history and disfunction.

2026-02-06
We will find out if words, such as Billie's, and others', are enough.

2026-01-27
The perfect poem to bring warmth
on a cold and white winter's day.

2026-01-26
ADD has its advantages, if one of the symptoms is writing in a style all your own, that is compelling, funny, interesting, non-sequitur, free-range, erudite, topical . . .

It's a gift.

2026-01-22
it's morning now
i did, predictably, have terrible dreams

sigh ~~~

2026-01-02
Your love of writing, and the process of writing, comes through loud and clear, while careful word, line, and rhyme choices make the poem uniquely your own.

Which is an uptight way of saying: this is a writer's poem, and a reader's delight!

2026-01-01
My imagination had fun bringing the scene to life, imaging the players, what it was that causes the tension, then the realization that whatever it was, it no longer carried such weight.

I really enjoyed this, thank you for sharing.

2025-12-31
I welcome your warm sentiments!

Happy New Year to you and your family and friends,

jim

2025-12-29
I cannot begin to imagine your life
but your emotions ~~~ maybe

2025-12-29
It's an excellent question. Countless books of philosophy try to answer that question.

2025-12-28
I suspect your gentle way, your eloquence, is heard.

2025-12-28
~ your capacity for exuding love is unbounded ~

2025-11-30
That you keep poetbay alive and thriving through the pain is a miracle, a miracle for us, the members of poetbay.

Thank you, and thank you to those who are helping with the site behind the scene.

2025-11-09
Melinda, there was a member on poetbay named "josephus". I think you and he would have gotten along very well, and appreciated each other's works and sentiments. I'm saying this because I think you might enjoy reading some of his poems, especially his latter poems as they concerned end-of-life thoughts.

Your approach to the seasons of life, and winter as a time of fading light, literally and metaphorically, is touching and true. I admire your writing and the way you see this time in your life, and what awaits—calmly, knowingly, sensibly, honestly.

Sincerely,
jim

2025-11-05
looping it
loving it

2025-11-02
I keep coming back to this, the lyrical nature and the ease of it flows so nicely.

2025-11-02
i find this wonderfully . . . wonderfully what? i can't find the right word . . .

. . . ah, perhaps it this: möbius

beautifully simple, simply beautiful ~~~

2025-10-30
There is more to life than meets the eye, if this is what awaits, then I can't wait!

"Echoing off the glistening stars
That float and glide so far away
And twinkle a peaceful song
Borne on a wind so calm and warm"

Just beautiful.

2025-10-29
My life, too, is one of the seasons, each with its own character which touches and effects my own character. Here, it is cold and raining, but rain is what feeds so the roots, so I welcome it. Age matters, effort matters, time matters. Your poem captures it all quietly and truly.

2025-10-28
I echo Allen's thoughts, how lovely to feel peace and quiet calm in a relationship. A beautiful analogy, the moonbeam and your love.

2025-10-25
The passing of time leaves me with two competing thoughts:

Life is a very slow disappearing act.

We are hurtling toward oblivion.

2025-10-24
Even the cool, objective language of the police report can't hide the heat.

I guess this one goes into the cold-case file. Unsolved, unresolved.

A pleasure to read, Sameen.

2025-10-12
Your poem led me to wonder if I have a touchstone such as your China Berry tree. I'll have to think about it. The expressiveness did evoke memories—a sensitive portrayal of youth and longing.