Through the window the still yard.
A cat runs across and disappears through the slender doorway.
What to do on a day like this?
Such emptiness!
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Wind soughing in the grass, And water trembling in a bucket. ............................................. John, It is a remarkable part... The huge philosophy here lays, and I think from here begins... Here again comes to an end, this poems... Best wishes, Tsira
Like me and Mr. Leclerc said don't pay attention to the votes its just nonsense.
I agree with Esther Leclerc don't take the votes so seroiusly. To be honest I try to understand the other lines, but it is still good though. 'Wind soughing in the grass, And water trembling in a bucket. ' I like this last line it was very excellent. People always tell me keep on writing and fix some of the errors. I still write and have some errors, but I still fix my errors. I posted my poems and I got 10s and 9.1 because I fix some errors in my poems to make it sound right. You can do it Mr. Ellison I know you can write a great poem.
John, don't take to heart the low votes (all that is nonsense anyway) and lack of readership. It doesn't mean anything (tell you why later) . This poem is stark but not so bare as all that; I think it's wonderful. The final two lines reflect the moment, the feeling perfectly... Esther
I love the last line. I’ts really good.