as the crickets make their music
the fog pirouettes across the fields
while moisture fights cohesion
and rolls over the edges of the clouds
dewy-eyed and longing
for morning light

still and melancholy
the lonely ache in silence
closed off from themselves
and trying to remain hopeful
as time somehow marks time
louder once the sun retires

and I sit here, awake
as I am so often in the
latest of hours
thinking about my life
and all I have yet to discover
while I quietly contemplate the night

just trying to stage a come back

You have done well in that venture, frosty.

...and trying to remain hopeful
as time somehow marks time
louder once the sun retires

Indeed. Enjoyed reading.

Mary

thanks, Mary...I'm glad you enjoyed it. I appreciate you reading and taking the time to comment.

Ya done good Frosty, ya done real good.

thinking about my life
and all I have yet to discover

as I have much of this Monday morning.

amo,

Peter

thx Merc and Peter for reading/commenting. It's been awhile. I thought I'd take a stab.

Good to know someone else is still around. What's that, six of us now?

Nicely done, Sherry, I enjoyed the read.

Les

Percy, I'm still around...

Les, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

thanks

I've seen purple hippos attempt to spin in cartoons, but a pirouetting frog is a hard image to get out of your mind. You have great images here.

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I'd say for a "comeback" get over yourself, sheeesh

larkin, um....by comeback I meant from writer's block. I'm not sure what you thought I meant...so sheesh yourself...

No problem! We are all adults and should take crit accordingly.

I just find your poetry self-obsessed, and after all the time you've been posting here i would have thought you might have realised that poetry isn't about that?

larkin, where was the crit in your statement
"I'd say for a "comeback" get over yourself, sheeesh"
Maybe I missed it?

I think that was to my comment about coming back from writer's block and wasn't to the poem?

I really don't think it's for any one person to say what poetry is or isn't. I'd venture to say that it's different things to different people. Still, you're entitled to your opinion of my writing, of course.

What I do when I read someone's work on here a few times and determine that I don't care for their style is simply stop clicking on their poems to read them.
Just a thought...

Sherry,

If I can comment without intruding too much. You say to Camus: "I really don't think it's for any one person to say what poetry is or isn't. I'd venture to say that it's different things to different people." ...[This I am in agreement with].

"What I do when I read someone's work on here a few times and determine that I don't care for their style is simply stop clicking on their poems to read them.
Just a thought..." My habit is different here than yours is, Sherry, because I have found people write different kinds of things from time to time, some mature, some, of course, get even worse. Percy's poems are now sensitive and carefully constructed than his comments, for instance, in which I can't deal with his argumentativeness, which strikes me as a high school debating team of some sort. But I read what he posts and I don't not read anybody, in the hope they'll come through with something I can appreciate. On top of this, I write as experiment, trying to see what I can say or write, in many different styles.

Avanti,

Peter

Sherry:

This is quite nice. As to Kris' "self-obsessed" comment, perhaps if you wrote a poem about him he'd feel better.

Joe

Peter,

I was trying to politely suggest to him that if he's put off by what I write in general due to the self obsessed tone, that he could choose to stop reading my poems...but you raise good points. People evolve and tone and style can change.

I just hadn't written anything in so long that I was trying to break the silence. I never dreamed that in doing so, my entire poetic psyche would be under scrutiny..hehe.

Joe, thanks for reading.

Frosty,
Post a nude photo of yourself, and your entire phycological profile for us to look over to see if we like your poetry.

As for getting over oneself, Larkin could start with Larkin.

It's against my contract to agree with ol' Pete, but this time he hit the nail on the head, except Percy's comments are not high school debate teamish. He'd be expelled for his language.

He just likes fucking with people, he's been at it for years. Ignore him, he's having a laugh. Though Merc has a good point about that nude photo business. Good thinking sir.

Also, screw you both lol. Slandering my good name, naughty boys.

Mr. P...I'm having a laugh too. Thanks for the seconding on the nude photo...but I'm afraid there's not much to see here.

Just messing Frosty, I realise my inane comments come across sometimes as offensive, i guess it's a Brit thing, they can take it!

Seriously I do find MOST poetry on here self-obsessed, it's quite tiresome really.

I will resist from commenting. That only Leaves Mr P and Peter I can comment on now!

They are just so bloody difficult to offend!

You don't deserve offending, so I apologise, Merc on the other hand - YeeeeeHaaaaaa...

larkin,

it's cool. Thanks for the apology. The reason I haven't been writing much lately is because I haven't felt inspired and in trying to write anyway, have often felt like the writings were contrived and forced, so points noted. No biggie though. You can flip me shit...just don't be too surprised if I flip it back.

Oh, there are ways. Put me in a fucking church, have the people bombard me with sales pitches on god over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over again no matter how many times I politely decline.

This shit I have to put up with just to be left alone is fucking absurd.

Also, well played once again.