G'day R C


The subway, train stations, are full of action.

An easy subject to write about.


Thank you for your comments.

Regards,

John

G'day Richard

I find your poem remarkable...

Each stanza a concise chapter from a life experience.
Nothing confusing--I understood the thought process behind each line.

A talent...clear illustrative writing.


Regards,


John

G'day Denis.

You seem to have the gist of things.

5-7-5

Where

What

When

I like your comical approach.


I'm sure Basho san would award 3 stars.

Still growing passionfruit, Larry

Mate your opening is a stunner "icicle claws"

Then drop into a piece of introspection...

To finish off...farewell to the stark disclosures white

Enter the Jade green of spring.


You have not lost your touch.


Regards,


John

Quite a sermon there Daniel.


Every section passes the 5-7-5 test

Situation.


Where

What

When


An accomplishment.


Regards,


John

G'day Daniel.

Thank you for your comments--a reflection

silver eel...a silver bodied passenger train.

"me" passes the grammar test.

Regards,

John

Train Journey

No excitement—
slow rotation…
wheels slip brake shoes,
dynamic motors grumble— pulse;
carriages exhale in a rush of grit and dust.
Un-tethered the silvered eel dissolves into the
black-circle of enchantment— screaming with fright.

Within the train
Sway— rattle— bounce.
We sit Rae and me, knees barely
apart— our thoughts blended silence.

Arnfinn © 2018

Larry...

Irrespective of the word selection...it is finding the correct allotment.


" My kingdom for a horse any horse" . Would have no meaning without Shakespeare.

Regards,


John

G'day.


Enjoyable poem.

Well written...with a sleighbell beat.

And as you say...one never knows who arrives at ones doorstep.


Regards,

Arnfinn

G'day Larry

This is a great piece of poetry.

The imagery describing the seasons is outstanding, mate.

You should be proud of this one Larry.

As poetry goes...you do not see many better than this.

Regards,

John

G'day Merlin


A double whammy.

No loose ends from your fine feathered friends.

The main attraction for me is the reading and the flow.

I admit the theme is a bit strange.

But that is what we are here for...to learn.

Good to find you still pottering around.

Regards,

Arnie.

G'day Daniel

I suppose you could go gently into the night--a good place to hide.

You made a good job of this presentation--I did not miss a beat.

How is the pullover scene can you get a glimpse of the lady.

Regards The Finn.

G'day Maureen


Feed Lots...not giving the animals a fair go.


You tell the story well.

There are traditions to be observed between stock agents and cattle producers.

Regards,

John

G'day Larry'


Poetry in motion...

A poets simplicity of happiness.

You write good poetry my friend.

Regards,

John :pink panther:

G'day Dani, Beverleigh et all.

Just dropped in for a wander...

There must be some psychic connection somehow... seeing we all dropped in about the same time.

I noticed Beverleigh was referred by Jox (a delightful character). Does anyone have any news of J.

Best regards to all.

Something I noticed "Daniel" is member No 6 and I thought I held a bit of seniority at number 17.

John

G'day Larry, old mate.

Long time since I metre.

There is plenty of fire in the woman and plenty of woman in the fire.

As you politely muse.

Regards,

John

G'day Snow...

Seen them many a time.

A reptile does not determine gender (or care).

Therefore I assume that the feast is metaphysical-- a presumption.

We must always be on the "lookout".

These are my feelings--with a shudder.

Regards,

John

G'day Sylv;

Past sins have no atonement.

Neither a belief in God or soothing words can eradicate history.

If we are not forgiven the revenge of our victims will last forever.

Our mind is in torment from undisclosed secrets, no matter how much we fight to right a wrong, each though opens wounds of truth with no redemption.

Our aim is not contrition--but a fear of discovery.

Time to change, put the past behind us, an with a show of strength reach the sunlight, with the intention working with and helping others.

Regards,

John

I do not know what the fuss is about.

Spring has arrived.

And well identified.

I can only find praise for a well written, easy to read piece of poetry.

Regards,

John

G'day Sylv,

My observation I see comfortable old age looking adversity with a tinge of not knowing what to expect in the future .


Regards,


Your friend


John

Misery

Here I stand,
bereft of energy.

Weary body bathed in pale light,
scarred fingers, clawing, undergrowth,
hooked thorns suckle strained sinews—
open old wounds— drain forsaken history.

A pause,
Weapon— raised.

Below the hilt— the blunt blade of conflict;
in front—old growth, nefarious impediments.
Swift blows repelled by the girth of time;
past sins find no absolution in post regret.

Each sword stroke—
No echo….

The tide of destiny reveals a stark burial,
broken bones— a skeleton interred in shame.
My conscious crusade, atonement, a failure
‘Enough—I must return to the sunlight.’


John Macleod

G'day All

Nah.

I have decided not to nominate.

I don't think this poem should be a public offering.

Tom was someone I shared with friends not with others.

Sorry about that.

This is the way I feel.

Regards, to everyone.


John

Whooooee

75 years old and still have a few fans

Thank you, gals I'm a lucky man.

Beverliegh from South Africa sent me a private message. Not telling.


Your friendship is appreciated.

Tempest Fugit.

John

G'day Sylv and Snow.


Mission accomplished.



Regards

G'day I know I'm a bit late.

Yes Snow a good piece of editing.

Ok by me.


Thank you Sylvia, my friend, we seem to be together (a lot) in the gallery of contemplation.


Regards,


A