All Comments on 'The Sound of Gravity'

what this has to do with gravity, but it is different and wonderful.I know I will read again and again. I like it, it almost confused me./ Different is good ;)

write more, please?

Interesting mish-mash of unusual subjects to predicates. - I could do without the 'barf'.

Quirky with a capital Q but good as always! :)

Kisses,

T

this poem is filled with images that grasp <grin...a witty and humorous write, I like <grin.

I like it because it's different, and I really need something different to read! So many poems are starting to sound the same. And it's just not different. It's good. I hate the word barf, though. Ugly word. Ugly image.

...I read the other comments and gave you a five for your fresh voice but I see Evie beat me with her comment - so, 'nuff said.

(Eve, could you stop now? I'm getting a bruise.)

Tess

Synesthesia makes us proud.

Er, whatever. I like funky poems, BD, and this one is funky. Makes me wanna dance. You don't wanta see that, though. Five and done, OK?

at your best, you are a real mind-fucker. Jesus, Bill.

"Hat me my going,

it’s almost today."

this is good, it annouces this strange trip, and you just don't let up.

"dry mouths for all the barf

that fills a confessional on

it’s way to the indictment."

Really can't think of a better word than "barf", made me think of Tom Delay, Ken Lay and Frito-Lay all at the same time

bless me farther

I have signed

my life love away

betype hard lines

entrenched in trenchant

bunkerky debrevity

his and her siding

somewhere I lost track

of all the pointless points

you seem to have found,

so can I borrow a cup of sugar?

Hat me my going,

it’s almost today . . .

is the best start to a poem that I've read here this new year.

I don't think the last 2 strophes, particularly the last one, carry the strength of the first three (and I'm okay with "barf")- but this is real good poetry. No doubt about it. :)

to your name dada. the last lines seem to lose the random flow.

Yuck. Poetry? Hardly.

Yuck. Poetry? Hardly.