! A Poet Comments

A Poet! ! Years later. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

This poem is good, simple and beautiful...it takes the reader thru a circle of life and ends him in a comforting triangle...kudos

there is a lot of things England may not be proud of. but they may be proud of you. thanks for your humanity. john

Oh micheal you filled up my shoes completely had I met you when I was 10 I wouldn't have told you my secret even if it was your secret too.10 again

a good poem about the poet..well expressed

True is your sword, ink stained, sharp and entertaining. Darlene

Your description of a poet is much more comprehensive and serious than the lighthearted version my mother used to give me when she caught me writing instead of doing my chores. 'He's a poet and you should know it because his nose is a longfellow.' You, and Billy Collins here in the States, are now both on my list of being able to show what it is to be a poet.

Wow, how very interesting! Such lovely work and it give's a sense of sharp meaning. Penetrates the mind and make's you think. Of so many different things. It's sorta like a riddle that tells the answer yet it give's light to other things as well. I very much loved this piece and I hope you make millions more like it!

I see a poet in a poet.

Sweet portrait. And I, windblown and in from the cold and rain, am jealous of you who are getting a dozen comments per poem. Maybe you're better writers, I have to conclude (sigh) .

Very true, indeed-this need for solitude, to have the time, the leisure, to observe, to become a part of all that we behold, to become sun, cloud, flower, stream, blade of grass. And sure enough, as you say, others will think it weird, odd. But, as you also point out, art, beauty, poetry is the outcome of all those oddballs who feel life so much and struggle with words to let others know-like the poet who wrote these lines: you. Thanks for sharing.

Gifted poets are weird ones when they were small, they cannot be understood by the common minds. It is only after they read the poems that they understand the poets state of mind. Great poem Michael.10

Gifted poets are weird ones when they were small, they cannot be understood by the common minds. It is only after they

You've nailed down exactly what most children go through...who later become artists of one form or another. Quiet introspection, lonliness, but they'll never say that, unless it's to themselves. And, if you ask them what they've seen? They'll say 'Nuthin.' In reality? Everything. Oh How I treasure this poem...it's incredible insight. If poets want to know why they ever picked up a pen one day? ...read this poem! ! ! ! xxElysabeth

These three amazing couplets; 'stood still for minutes, hours, and became what they looked at' 'was good to be with as long as you didn’t expect anything of them' 'what they loved somehow didn’t have a name' Michael, this is fantastic writing, Love duncan X

wow, a great poem.loved the poem very much! ! kudos regards, Nida

This is perfect. The nameless oddball finds his or her niche, hitherto also unlabelled.... I think it is important, too, that the 'poet' is not assigned to either gender. Not sure why. I imagine this insightful, hopeful piece will hit home for many. t x

I can see your he she in this intriguing portrait - the bully who wouldn't be bullied because... the strength of that inner knowing was always there. 'And still people said you're an only child aren't you' sums it up for me. For some reason, your poet feels like Les Murray... love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxx

Splendid! Michael you brought us a rare poet and his unpublished poem. Thank you.

This poem of yours really touched me, describing something I've been trying to figure out for some time. A really touching poem, just as all your other poems are. I could spend whole days reading them. They're so easy to follow yet question the mind in ways I hadn't encountered before. Beauty of language in its purest form used to stimulate the mind...