Dear Jennifer or Caitlin Jans,

I have tried to copy and paste into my email for five days and not one of the attempts have been successful. I downloaded my page, downloaded single poems to PDF, cut and pasted with the instructions you gave me, but it does not translate from my files to the email. I just did a download to one note. I will…[Read more]

Fiona,
I like the simplicity of your poem. Oh that man would simplify life, saying what he or she believes is good and just let it manifest!

Alex,
There is a pervasive presence of fascism in your poem – an awakening in which we all must trust in and not ignore the signs. Thank you for sharing. The visions of women many times capture the hues and auras sometimes hidden from the third eye of men.

After much contemplation, I have chosen:
I Talk To Trees
A Walk Through My Home
Musiq
In His Image
for potential submission to the Anthology. I am still busy editing the other entries, your comments are welcomed. I am also trying to comment on more of my fellow poets’ entries as well.

Thank you Jennifer,
This was one of the prompts made available by the marathon. As I grappled with the decision to write to it or ignore it, the poem was already alive in me. Already a veil raised the ugly truth!

Seventh Solstise

I am submitting the following entries for submission to the anthology:
I Talk to the Trees
In His Image

I would greatly appreciate a comment or two on the edit/revision by comparison to other entries by me.
Thank you.

Martin,
Very few acknowledge or even discern the completeness of our initial innocence and the beginning of corruption when we are eventually introduced to “Candy (rots your teeth!) World.” You say it with eyes wide open, too late for Adam and Eve, who did walk around all nebulous and naked. Instantly, they saw their ugly and tried to hide…[Read more]

Wow! This is the knee deep broken down to the most intricate detail of anguish not addressed or valued. This poem is a love song that you have written with honor deserved but still not served. I thank you, for the beauty of each line and verse is “poetic justice!”

Yaaas! I am certain the other personal received the release as well.

I appreciate that you also saw the lesson, too.

Hello Viviak,
Your poem is a personal journey, and coming from a large family of nine children, two parents and two grandparents, we lined up regularly not knowing the charge – accomplishes in an unknown crime. Most of the time my oldest brother took the case for us. He too found his sanctuary in music. I t must have been guilt from his “Big…[Read more]

You left out humanism – euphemism! There is no way we can keep our ducks all in a row; there are precepts, laws, systems, doctrines, unpleasant stances and immutable truths that drive the lives we live. Stripped from our skin and the breath we breathe – the spirit remains: We are one.
I concur!

Seventh Solstise

Hi Fiona,
I surmised that these lines are song titles and it is quite unique – and it works to describe love-lorn experiences that we all have faced. Very creative!

Seventh Solstise

Dear Acheairs,

Your poem is strangely reminiscent of a dream I had two weeks ago. I wrote a poem called “Closure”, and very painful, as it were, to admit that for all these many years, I kept hidden in my heart an undying love for the soulmate of my life. I released him and feel a gentle, yet complete closure.

Seventh Solstise

Virginia,
The way you created imagery throughout your poem kept my attention and I wanted more! Just like a continuing saga of a sitcom or reality show, I got locked in fairly quickly.

Seventh Solstise

Cynthia Hernandez,
I was raised a city-girl, but at the time, it seemed I lived in the country, too. We could raise chickens, ducks, and horses were a regular mode of transportation riight here in the City of Compton. Your poem brought back memories of the fresh eggs I had to gather when I visited my grandmother’s “city farm” in her backyard.…[Read more]

Mark L. Lucker,
I love this stream of consciousness in free verse, and was able to visualize a walk with you. A life of freedom to meander and explore your environment and see the controversies it imposes upon us and just keep walking is the best school we can attend. Loved your journey!
Seventh Solstise

Hi Deborah,

Where is the list posted? I cannot see names under Half Marathon Poets.

Seventh Solstise

I enjoyed reading your painted picture of Summer. You took me to a place many may never find. Thank you for sharing this with the world.