All Comments on 'I do not remember where we are'

Poetry relies on tricks, tactics, aka techiques, all based on repition. Easiest to spot: simple repition i.e. word, phrase, not here; next rhyme, not here; alliteration, a little

wear your wreath

weathered words

bud and blossom

These are obvious tricks. After that the consistency and interplay of images, theme. Judge for yourself, I think quite nicely done. This is the weakest point:

"wear your wreath like a crown."

a little shopworn, but not offending, buried as it is.

After that it is the sound itself, I notice the W's the R's.

This purrs, (note TH's; not growls) at me with wonderment.

I love the focus of this, the supposed simple question.

"Is there anything better

than a poet, my lover?"

there...better...poet...lover...

Although it answers itself, it still asks.

If it was you,

Nothing better, I can think of nothing better.

Such is the power of this person's poetry.

is like a kiss.

Beautiful.

"wreath like a crown" was a tad cliché' for you..but the image and feeling are correct.

One of your most straightforward and lyrical pieces..and I liked it very much

hmmmm thank you both, too kind, trying to figure out what else to do with those leaves... thanks for the honesty, you are right on target with the crown. SR

Nice work here.. very visual and enticing in the lace of a dream..or is that reality?...

ty

du~

mentioned in the sunday reviews..

and i have fallen victim to these two lines as they are sooooo wonderful:

Is there anything better

than a poet, my lover?

*****

nice job!!........don

NO - there is nothing better than a poet because a poet is love sensitive and you can't beat that! A lovely poem that only proves My point. <smile>

Vixxx

this is wonderful, SR! Such beautiful play with its own solution. I am not bothered by the wreath/crown image.

Fly

braided, weathered words. a clear, and haunting image, yet one with hope. glad to see you back posting, seattle-rain, ive missed your elusive, erotic self :)