I stand awed at the insight..”in sight” contained in your poem… it is a good read and it does contain vision and stirrs the grey matter....the breath of understanding that you write gives me pause to think …. This patriarchal world rapes the souls of our children and leaves them floundering in guilt...

Thanks Juan... I loved I felt the roughness of the woven fabric and the delicate sheen of silk...and my nose tickled with the fibres floating...

Robin...

make babies of your memories … struggle at their births clutching in pain or pleasure or ecstasy suckle them to your breast bond with them revel in them feed and nurture them watch them change and grow age brings them back sometimes in unrecognizable fashion for in age they will be that sometime vis...

Yo Reese... the first two lines were such a magnet... i read them and like the cyclotrons magnets they pulled and defelcted my thoughts ... but when i read "I'm gonna talk really slow So every spinning word Makes perfect sense" i thought of how we each see things differently and hear thing...

Thank you Imaginary friemd... for your kind words... you know with me i see this writing as a process of getting myself ... my ego.. out of the way and then the words come ...when they want to.... from the beyond, from the divine... as a grace ... asa shining light of enligtnment... whereever.... th...

Thaks Yorkshire lad... i was told a few years back i was a Kentish man because of where some ancestors are buried and lived... i liked your thoughts...

forum... for "um" ...we reads we think we sit back and go "um".... forum...

did Darwin rest in any more comfortable chair with the sloshing sounds of expanding leaves floating and dancing in their brown betty’s or crisp china vessels with the water just past its bubbling and fancy… what rails the discussions and pops the imagination from it’s set tracks and long foreseen pr...

i like the lilt of it and the raw truths you rolled out there ..and i can see the pain it is wraped in .... may you find your guitar...

nice ..nice...
thank you

robin

Hi Jaun... you are not being rude just sharing... CP was a good friend... i used to go to their house and study the sutras of Patanjali with a little group who gathered... i was honoured to be one of the few people her daughter would allow to babysit for her .. was asked to attend the daughters viol...

i think Leonard has shown the heart beats of the world and the sharing visons that come when open to what is there for all in this universe... your skip down the street is the dance of your existance... find your joy and spread it like jam on toast to go with Leonards tea and oranges...

remember lost cords
flowing mountain in cold rain
harmoniums droning

Jan 19, 2005..

What a nice consise poem... it carries one along on your chase ... we folllow like Alice tumbling after the white rabbit... i love your use of language...
Thanks
Robin

and in the gravelled voice that scratched the speakers of my first stereo he roared to life in his muted magic came the words that sank back in the chests and minds of others but danced on his tongue and spun webs across our misunderstandings he wove the wonder of my life and I found myself sailing ...