.14) A Meditation On Words Comments

I agree with G Murdock on the process. We need both the mild and wild ones when the time is right. Sometimes I get burned out on the same old words then something strange and/or vivid happens and the old words line up in a different way and less familiar words pop up off the bench, jumping up and down screaming, 'Put me in coach.'

It's just the way I feel, except that with me words fly off in the season of quiet and come back when my life seems out of kilter. A beautiful poem. I loved it. Julia

This was a treatise on the process of poetry. I enjoyed the way you blended the internal and external elements of nature...like an accomplished landscaper. Excellent rendering Max.

very true! i like this! u.

This is a very pleasurable poem to read, Max, I shall have to look for some 'quiet time' and see if inspiration comes to the fore. Thanks. Love Ernestine XXX

Really liked this! Those words will come up from the depths, not always welcome guests.

Max, this is surely one of your best. The contrast between domestic words and 'wild words' settling across a page is well though out. Thanks for this. Raynette

... and sometimes they sneak into the domestic word-coop and lo! in the pages of Poemhunter lay every day golden eggs ... you too Max!

Great images to give to this topic............very nice Max. Sincerely, Mary

really clever! I thought it was great!