These wild, rough autumn days
as cooling Northern hemisphere
shudders towards its equinox
with gales and rain and blown-off leaves,
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Michael, there comes a time, after reading dozens, upon dozens of your work, that at some point with all due respect to the ''MIGHTY CRITIQUE'', that suffice to say this one time simply: Michael; A W E S O M E. .W R I T E ! ! ! Your Buddy in Casing, ..........F J R............... .........FRANK.............
(and how far has that pebble come, hassled and scoured across the ocean’s floor..) i have wondered about the tide rocked sands that used to swirl underfoot when i was a child. strange i know, but i wrote a poem about it. magical poem Michael, i enjoyed this very much! from a grown up child born raised by the seaside.. ~lots of crabs and jellyfish bite stories too~ ~kelly
Very beautiful poem. Some lines were so pretty and well composed...the theme worked wonders...Nibedita Deb.
Take a small piece of a seaside childhood memory, and buff and polish till it shines like a gem. That's what you've done here Michael! Danny
A wild and woolley poem, Michael, with powerful images of sea and ships and colour and children's stories. loved it. Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx