All Comments on 'Five Wagons of Hickory Nuts'

Your combination of past remembrance and present duty is not easy to pull off this well. For me, everything here works. The voices, the memory, the time with your son.

What an enjoyable read. You have an excellent touch.

I don't get it, and I know it just made your day to shit in the comment section of my poem and I have no idea why? I didn't delete it? I except your unsettled ways as we have discussed, I have hope for you anna, thanks for the read...

Well, I'm all teared up reading it. I love this poem. I understand it and I can feel it.

My sweet love MET, you can't leave a comment without voting, so you just gave it a 3. But that is okay, I made the mistake of turning voting on. I did not shit in your public comments darling, I left actually a nice comment about the Silvertips and a few other things in your poem.

And snookems, nothing about you makes my day.

Rain and Eve, I am glad that the poem made sense to you two and that it touched you.

~anna

I'm a little confused about the mirror squat in this, but I'm not a woman, I understand the Mommy Princess. As far as writing ~ you are a saint.

..not being a woman and all. I think it's one of those poems you have to think yourself into the opposite gender with the anatomy part but I really enjoyed the experience.

Let me live in my ignorance if I'm proving to be an idiot.LOL

bb

I find that you can be a slightly irritating poet in that I do not always understand everything immediately but that (plus your power of observation and quality writing) is what (for me ) makes your stuff so interesting - I have to keep coming back for a second helping .This one I do mostly "get" except fot the teal(green duck?) Please continue your poetic irritation and make us think as well as read.

Your whole life getting ready for this. Man, what a line.

Thank you, Anna, for such a poignent poem.

Fly

Dear Anna, you write about things I cannot even understand how to think about, and you cause me to wonder about my mother, things we should have said and not said. you are too wise for your years. Your poetry speaks for so many unspoken little-girl moments and grown-lady tears. I love your work, and you keep on growing. wonderful moments spent reading you.

maria

Such an enjoyable visual read.

'We fill five wagons with hickory nuts.

We use two hands.

We use one shovel.'

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This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>

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