Many -we are near spring- poems on-line I noticed. After coming through your devastating illness and harsh N.E. winter, I am sure you are ready for spring. Glad you were able to plant seeds. Our seasons out here are not nearly as dramatic as back east, but I do remember them from childhood.
I am new enough -here- and to poetry writing on a daily basis and to having a computer,(I was the last person I know who didn't have one), that it is still such a treat (like a miracle to me, as corny as it might be to some of you,) to have all three in my life, (all three happened at once) I actually do read the poetry and think about it and respond to -it- and assume others do, too.
The poems I don't like or don't want to hurt the poet's feelings, especially a newcomer, I don't respond to.
Probably why my reply count is so low, for it is time consuming. I forget this is much more than a poetry reading and writing group.
To quote you: "I'll make a mental note to give ~your~ poetry a bit more time, to catch all the nuances". Yes, like mine is somehow different than anyone else's ? Please! All I can ask is "Well...why would you be reading ~any~ poetry and ~replying~ if not for that very reason?"
I'm still thrilled to find a group of poets who share their poetry writing...maybe the novelty will wear off in time.
I wouldn't even mind if you critiqued my poetry, but, I minded when I was very new here, still scared to post, and not even felt welcomed, or comfortable, before, with the 2 or 3rd poem I posted, you wanted a re-write.
I already have a thorn in my side Karilea, I don't need another one.
Spare yourself 20 seconds, and don't read my poetry. That will be a blessing to both of us.
SmartChick and Martie,
Thanks for taking the time to respond.
You didn't make me feel bad, you made me feel good to even mention those two words might be a problem. A readers reaction, without any other motive behind it, is a good thing! I appreciate your response.
I get a line in my head and though it might be good, might not fit in well; one of my weaknesses in poetry writing, I discovered with the writing of my last poem.
This poem came about when I stepped out my back door,(very early morning), slipped on my ruined sandals, still mud-caked, now, officially my "garden sandals" (we have red mud here, that doesn't wash off!) and got an old pine needle stuck in my big toe...that, plus the blossoming trees, and iris....and green vines loaded with lavender flowers at base of fence started this poem. With spring, comes memories...good ones, now....
I must start taking the time to wait and review my poetry before posting to see what improvements I can make..because honestly, I tripped over those words and the beginning lines...and, didn't bother to work on them to change the overall poem for the better.
I appreciate your comments and always have.
Hugs to all of you, even my bratty like little sister, Karilea, Pat
..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons..