Loving Working Comments

Clear the yard of blowing bits of plastic. The glory in the doing. The breath of the doing. Sometimes the simplest move kept fear from fragmenting into no energy at all, a fine poem.. thank u. tony

Work comes to rescue when nothing else is left. Great poem.

'the simplest move kept fear from fragmenting' resonated with the aloneness. I liked the rhythm of the lines working with the mundane tasks and leading to the last lines. Thanks for the journey. Adrian

Beautifully presented. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the poem of the day.

The more I read this poem the more I like it- - there really are layers to this piece. I think she would be worthwhile to read more from- she is elusive in some ways yet forthright in others.

Such an interesting write👍👍👍

Lovely wet gray rag! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Not a poem of excellence for this category.