You called it one thing, she said it’s another. lol
The last stanza is true.

Life today just seems

to be one

long pose and a series

of less than

obvious juxtapositions ..

That’s very good Neville 🤘

Cleverly penned, Neville. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Different interpretations of the same things always make for interesting experiences. And frustrating. I enjoyed the flow of this. Oddly like the rain in the middle, capped by the brolly 😊

A little bit of this and a little bit of that, and between the differences lies a connection and that connection can lead to sooo many adventures and possibilities. How do we learn about each other? Isn’t it through those “juxtapositions” that we come to know and appreciate each other?? The key, I think, is not just the different translations, but that we are willing to listen and hear and learn what they are saying. I sometimes think we are a room full of “statements” and way too little “whys”. I think your poem points to what is possible, if we grab hold of those “juxtapositions”. Excellent writing Neville.

-Curt

“something
did always got lost in
translation .. ”
Something I can relate to, Differences can add excitements and fun but at other times it lead to misunderstanding. Anyway, it’s a truth that life is not one colour, it’s endless of colours, and that’s the beauty of it.

It may be a short putt but it’s a giant leap for 21st century poetry sir .. good on ya n all that bloomin jazz .. Neville

Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Cooking is art, math, & science all rolled in one. Most of all it’s relaxing in my experience. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I’ve never been good at math. Though I like cooking. Nice poem Thomas. 🙂

I used to think that if I “fucked until I couldn’t walk”, I would never get old. Funny the nonsense I believed when I was young. She left and I got old!!! But, I did learn that sanity is overrated. I threw out my Wadsworth and took up with e.e. cummings, Pablo Neruda and went on “The Road” with the beats.

In reading your poem, Thomas, I am once again reminded how much I love to cook, smell puppies, and skip along the road to joust with windmills!!! Dulcinea del Toboso, I am coming!!! And “To Dream the Impossible Dream”.

-Curt

Oh lordy…I hate math and I struggle with recipes. Maybe the one is causation of the other? I do best when I just randomly toss things in the stew pot. Maybe some of us aren’t meant to be scripted? I love how music wove through this one. Brilliantly executed!

Thank you so much.

I’ll definitely check it out when it’s available.
🙏

Just Kindle like the first book.

I am so happy for you<3

UPDATE: I began two hours ago and since I complied the first book weeks ago – I had trouble remembering how I did everything. First issue was getting my cover photo inside the book. Finally did that, only to discover an extra blank page I couldn’t figure how to remove! Finally cut and pasted everything a page back and began again. Line format was messed up. Reading 1.0 but looking more like 3. Nearly screamed! Finally got 2 poems of 60 inserted. I am taking a break before adding the rest. I’ll update here. I am doing this with a .docx program on my phone. Off to potty (hee hee) and eat a can of stew. Last boyfriend (from last summer) works at a food pantry (I did also for 3 weeks). Apparently he left a box of food outside my door Thursday afternoon.

Love that cover Lady

Not sure what I’ll decide for cover 3 next time.

Book two…SECRET PIECES IS ONLINE! It took a bit of time to throw it together and then edit it. PLUS, I accidentally uploaded the wrong cover and fixing it took another day!

Book three will be LOST PIECES and I have a cover I’m tinkering with.

I find it challenging to write sonnets. This is beautiful

So timeless… great flow… steeped in imagery…

A sunny Monday morning to thee, Dear Poetess🌤

Thank you for sharing such lovely, heartwarming sentiments … I’m so very happy you selected one of my romantic pieces to read and comment on so sweetly.

I think you’re quite delightfully perfect, yourself! ⁓ Rascal🖌

A fine Monday morning to thee, Ma’am 🌺

How delighted I am you chose one of my humble poems to read
and leave such a pleasurable sentiment.

Thank you, Harriet … you’re rather lovely, Yourself! ⁓ Rascal🖌

Beautifully penned, Rascal. Excellent write with crisp imagery my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Ah, SeaCat,

What a wonderfully gratifying review you’ve gifted this romantically soothing little Sonnet.
Good eye, too! At your gentle nudge, the ‘twas spake” has been replaced with “that spoke” – it’s the Bard in me … LOL!

I, too, look forward to sharing part of Wednesday with you! ⁓ Richard🖌

I’ve never written a sonnet, but they certainly are your forte, and I wanted to congratulate you on winning the gold. I was thrilled to get the bronze, after Fia informed me that I had won a badge. So thrilled to be in good company, my friend!

Kelly x

“See the world as it really is, allowing us to change the world into a place we would want to live.” Eyes wide open. lovely

Reading this, I feel both the vastness of the universe and the warmth of small human connections– the magic of matter and motion felt in shared moments and the world around us

This is quite brilliant .. makes me feel very small indeed .. and which of course is absolutely true .. Write on brother .. Neville 😎⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐👍

Everything is energy, everything is in motion, everything changes… nothing stays the same. as this might sounds scary, as this (exactly as you’ve written) holds the magic. to reach the point where what we all do is living the moment, is the ultimate power. I see You to be both, dreamy, imaginative and smart. I’m still caught in this phrase (April shroud), a phrase I wish to have written. Thank You 🤍