The Oak Was Strangely Neutral Comments

Dear Herbert to generate atmosphere, is something that comes from within, this has that abillityand you have shown this talent in this piece so well: 'No words were spoken yet she understood and watched for hours, with her hopeful eyes for just the smallest sign from him, suspended from the majesty of that indifferent oak, ' It is a clever man who place s words in such a way Love duncan X

Romantic and the better for it. I really enjoyed this Herbert. The language you employ is beautiful and though I am not a person you puts too much store in nostalgia, I certainly can apreciate when something is created with passion and skill. Excellent my friend.

What a poem! The details you put in here...with the cedar shingles and the weeping willow etc, just add to the depth you've built here Herbert. I could almost hear those church bells in the distance. Very sad....yet, somehow beautiful. Great work! (And, it's in English!) Sincerely, Mary

Herbert this was an extraordinary poem of imagery, and theme, though disturbing at points to read the grief, and sadness weaved between each line crafted beautifully with spirit.