(.01june9 07) The Adventures Of My Poems Comments

Your poems came alive in groups in this piece and slept after having soup. Clever, Max!

Got any of that soup left? This is a fine articulation of the poet's existential dilemma. We all long for connection but are locked within the perimeters of our consciousness, it is impossible to image the worth of what we do. In the meantime, please pass the soup.

Mood begets mood! ! You're a very clever man Mr Reif. But this was no soup. Saw your forum posting and remembered I hadn't been on your street for a while, or hadn't heard your poems shouting at my windows for some time. Global warming might be the cause. They go where they must and will not be compelled. There are simply so many writers on here Max, and so many new poems coming through that it becomes impossible to keep up - loved your image as fisherman in the stream! We start to spread ourselves around and soon holes appear in the net and we forget... and sometimes even forget to write. This was a pleasure to read - and was a fine example of the imaginative powers of a certain Max Reif. Glad you're still doing it. Will try to call by more often in future. The best to you, jim

This is a highly imaginative poem which is intensely appealing. The adventures of your poems - each so different that it's difficult to believe sometimes that they share the same parent. I could imagine this piece illustrated as a children's story. Quirky, cute and a wonderful inspiration for all writers, young and old. As for the soporific soup - now there's another story... love Allie xxxx