Georgic On Memory Comments

the bedroom of blue flowers left intact. The room was nearly dark, the streetlight a sentinel at the white curtain, its night face implicated. Do not retract The blue flowers and the street light. vry fine poem. tony

I enjoyed this one very much Erin... Every line, every thought reaches deep into my own baggage to pull out little things quite unique and beautiful to myself.... Which has always been my own definition of good poetry, step back - poke the reader with a pointy stick - a see if anything happens. And it certainly did for me - which gives you an A+ in my book because most modernists seem to be under some misguided impression that gibberish is the order of the day and I've become weary of it. Yours is refreshingly vibrant and real....

a unique message and unique construction of the stanzas

A stumbling over wet ground. Nice piece of work.