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jim

72 years old from USA


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deign to entertain

2026-07-03
Dark Shadows,
beautiful writing.


what I was told was not

2026-07-03
As did I. This rings true. Still walking differently. Not necessarily thrilled about it.


eternal love

2026-07-02
This is so lovely, thank you for posting, it made my morning sweet and light.


colour-flavour blitz

2026-07-02
I'd like to open a franchise in the U.S.


Very clever, and dare I say sweet, poem!


Gone

2026-07-01
Thank you so much for sharing this, I share Melinda's sentiments. It's beautiful.


Visitors

2026-07-01
Melinda, I've been thinking of an appropriate comment, having a hard finding the words. I'm thinking: it's elegant, it's finely crafted, it's unique, it's meaningful, it's rich in personality, it's vivid, it's bittersweet, it's important. It is a very, very good poem.

I can't think of a more concise comment, so I'll leave at.
jim


Constrained

2026-06-28
If my mother had a favorite Beatle she didn't mention it. She lived a life much as you describe, but I wouldn't call it constrained, I say it was her destiny, given her background and expectations.

My father, on the hand, was the one who constrained, constrained by his family and responsibilities and the expectations placed on him.

The trad wife trend, I don't know what to make of it. It certainly is limiting. A woman living under such a judgmental and patriarchal situation—I guess it works for some.

Your poem certainly touched a chord with me.


Strength in the Standing

2026-06-26
This is heartening.


A Drive Home

2026-06-25
You have my unqualified sympathy and empathy. Somehow, life has gotten too hard. You write so well of the pain, and the patience, the expectations and feelings of resignation. Having partner may not assuage all the hardship, but it certainly helps.

I'm left feeling very thoughtful about this poem, it is very real.

jim


TRAITS I DO NOT WANT

2026-06-24
I'm touched by this, and, of course thinking of my parents and their influences, and what I see of them in myself. It's inevitable, and it isn't always what we would choose to see in the mirror.


disinhibition

2026-06-23
I begin to see it.


disinhibition

2026-06-23
Beautifully crafted, and I know Pessoa as I am reading him now. I think I am missing the other references but the whole resonates. It's a rich poem and I will give it more time.


bookends of his frame

2026-06-23
I hardly know what to say, this is so fine, so elegantly moving.


Monster

2026-06-22
I'm fairly sure that if this poem were submitted by Anonymous, I would recognize it as yours. You have a unique voice, and lord knows you have the skill.


True pertecters

2026-06-22
This is so sweet!


The Final Voyage

2026-06-22
This is bittersweetly profound. As Allen said, rich with wisdom, and evidence of a life being well lived.


SEARCHING FOR LUDO

2026-06-21
I've read this several times, each with a tug at my heart for your loss and memories, and for ours, we've had so many pets over the decades, and every loss was hard, but that's part of the process. Letting go.

jim


Ouroboros

2026-06-19
Kudos, and thanks for the ride. I've been transported.

There's a book you might like with this theme, "The Heart," Maylis de Kerangal.


Fear: Cloudburst

2026-06-17
Spot on, I share your sentiments. Tension mounts, nerves taut, what awaits? Fear is real.

Your poem says it all, in an unambiguous and very human way.

A storm approaches as I write this.


THEIR PATIENCE IS AMAZING

2026-06-15
Allen, this is an amazing recounting of something real, yet from a dream!? Absolutely vivid.

Sigfried Sasson and Randall Jarrell and Stephen Crane come to mind, writers who were able, like you, to put their vision into words.


Strategic Reserve

2026-06-15
A living nightmare of a human.


Too Many Forty-Sevens

2026-06-15
My wife and I had a very similar first date, country roads, aimless, a bridge and river, a cafe, she ordered coffee, I had a hamburger—thank you for the memory jog!


The Unmagnificent Lives of Adult Men

2026-06-12
Age happens. Watch out.


Land Of Blue Smoke

2026-06-12
When I was very young my family took a trip to the "Smokies." Coming from the flatland of Illinois, seeing mountains for the first time, was an awakening.

Such a beautiful poem.
jim


Superlative, What?

2026-06-12
To write such a carefully constructed poem that flows this naturally, is so cinematic, and such a pleasure to read, takes . . . persistence!


Superlative

2026-06-12
Your poems exhibit such honesty—this one, and all your poems. I mean this as a compliment, it's rare to read such direct thought-to-words poems, it's makes the reading very personal, very real.

I'm not saying this very well! I like your style!

jim


A Sad Rival-less Poet's Balladry

2026-06-11
No doubt it's lonely at the top.


Sparkling morning dew

2026-06-10
The poetry and the quote both resonated.


Mother

2026-06-10
Ah, you touched my heart with this. Each stanza a unique side of this all-encompassing woman.

jim


In Search Of Light…

2026-06-10
I love this poem of searching and questioning ~~~
I love your use of language and context,

jim


Don'tkey!

2026-06-10
This is delightful. It brings a freshness to the poetbay site.

Welcome!


Untitled - Tanka

2026-06-10
"Fat rats in the dark"

Brilliant.


Untitled - Haiku

2026-06-10
I agree with Sameen, this feels very natural.


Present Bound - A Sonnet

2026-06-10
This touched me, it's truly beautiful.

jim


before my time

2026-06-10
I identify strongly with this poem. It's more than memories evoked, it conjures the intangibles that connected the house and myself as a kid.

I haven't thought theses thoughts for a long time.

I also like the symmetry of the 4-3-4 stanzas.


The Tyger

2026-06-09
I imagine the tyger saw you . . .


Dutch revisions

2026-06-09
I enjoyed this very much.


I’m Thinking of Ending Things

2026-06-09
Imagine a time before paper and writing tools, your poetry would have been sung, and remembered, and passed from one to another, a living form of poetry, unlike our databased unsung songs.


Tongue Twisters

2026-06-09
Sage words, wrought from experience?


Crocodile Tears

2026-06-09
You're talking about two different things: cruelty and conscience. You're not responsible for the shop's owner's cruelty. Were the goat lovingly tended until the axe dropped, it would be a very different poem. Then it would become a poem of conscience.


Folding Clothes

2026-06-09
The first two stanzas describe my life at this moment. The latter lines give me hope.

Maybe I need a little Billie Jean in my life.


Human Beings

2026-06-03
You write with the certainty that comes from experience.


Sing a song

2026-06-02
My music partner and I sing this song (soulfully, heartfelt) ~~~


NO RECALL

2026-06-01
Having just read "Twelve-Thirty-Eight, then this poem "No Recall," I imagine time playing tricks—the tiny girl is in fact someone important in your life, the rock-strewn beach/battlefield an important place in your life. Why not? There is magic everywhere, if you know where to look.

I was captivated (entranced may be a better word) by "Twelve-Thirty-Eight".


Pelicans Flight

2026-05-31
Perhaps it is good to remember that the classic forms are hard, and take time and effort.

This is masterful, I love the theme, watching pelicans whirl and flash and crash in the sea, this is magical.


ONE SMALL PARADISE

2026-05-31
Elusiveness, to hold and let go. It reminds me of the tai chi pose called grasping bird, reaching and touching.


The Valley Commedia

2026-05-30
Amazing.
I was transported by this, Antonio.


Conversations no 6

2026-05-29
: ) !


For Lack of Nightingales

2026-05-28
Not Keats, but John Clare comes to mind, another searcher among the mundane.


Loving Her

2026-05-27
Triolet lends itself to romance, to love.

Wonderful.