Comments received on poems by Morwenna



Botswana: Molepole
L. B. Mek said:

(there are no weeds, in nature
just verdure, waiting
for its understanding partner..)
\'The thorn bushes are free to thrive\'
all beauty needs protection
for it attracts, too much attention..
\'for now\'
indeed!
(thank you! dear poet
this was such a lovely read)

June 24th, 2022 03:29

The wooden stool in our living room
Morwenna said:

Thank you.

June 23rd, 2022 00:58

The wooden stool in our living room
Saxon Crow said:

Lovely piece here Morwenna. I love the history of such a simple thing. Great stuff.

June 23rd, 2022 00:39

The wooden stool in our living room
Morwenna said:

Thank you - and yes of course I\'d like too....they are all in Australia though. It\'s a migrating family.

June 22nd, 2022 05:23

The wooden stool in our living room
Blueledge said:

You describe the passage of time well.
You can pass the seat down to the next generation.

June 22nd, 2022 04:55

Yellowcraigs: a sunny day in Scotland
L. B. Mek said:

99p cones
oh, that takes me back
thank you! what a gentle nudge
you gave to forgotten memories
shook them loose
and let me dwell, a little
in those sweet days, once again
(the power and gifts
of words, is truly limitless)

June 21st, 2022 03:48

Yellowcraigs: a sunny day in Scotland
Blueledge said:

You\'re reminding me how much I miss those long summer days the further north you are. The years I lived in Bute, the summer nights were glorious. Seemed to go on forever.
Make the most of it.
Winter is never far away. :)

June 21st, 2022 00:45

Yellowcraigs: a sunny day in Scotland
Morwenna said:

Oh thank you! Only, this being Scotland in June, the sand wasn\'t that warm! But I\'m not complaining!

June 20th, 2022 16:11

Yellowcraigs: a sunny day in Scotland
Fay Slimm. said:

A lovely picture to go with your ideal idea for a couple of fine haikus and thank you for sharing them here Morwenna - -- I could feel that warm sand beneath my feet.

June 20th, 2022 16:09

A day out
Morwenna said:

Thank you, yes. That is exactly what I was thinking. Though even the very rich may well get their day in the fire.

June 19th, 2022 03:34

A day out
Blueledge said:

It seems we\'ve passed co2 levels of 420 ppm. Unthinkable but now accepted. Where do we go from here?
The rich will always find places on the earth that are still inhabitable. They will always have a lovely day.

June 18th, 2022 17:05

Our weather goddess
Morwenna said:

I will certainly toast those skies
Again today. A glass of red
For that changing cloudy,
Blue, grey, rainy, sunshiny
Sky.
Four seasons in a day in Scotland.
Today at the hillside
Of Dawck
Under the tall trees
And in the sweet scent of rhododendrons.
We admired the skies framing the lovely hills

Thank you dear LB
For taking time
To write a wee poem for me.


June 16th, 2022 12:21

Our weather goddess
dusk arising said:

Reads like a joyous frame of mind to find oneself in.

June 16th, 2022 08:15

Our weather goddess
L. B. Mek said:

if i too, lived
in that idyllic, postcard scenic
inspiringly beautiful, jewel
of wonderful Scotland
I would be toasting, what good fortune
gifted my reality, such
a dreamy slice of life..
(i spent years going to n from Edinburgh, daily
but always missed out on getting to visit North Berwick
cos of weather or schedule
still regret it
but, hopefully will come back
someday
my dear Scotland, land
of
\'beautiful Nature, curating
beautifully natured, people\')
say Hi, to that majestic
Scottish sky for me
as I too
toast, to your good fortune
🍻
thanks for sharing

June 16th, 2022 04:22

Elsewhere
arqios said:

There a room like this in the ancestral mother house that we used to visit during summer holidays; down to the lichened stones and the heather overgrowth. The mind does wander off when there are no windows giving no feel of openness. Thanks for sharing.

June 13th, 2022 08:56

Elsewhere
Morwenna said:

I don\'t know the song - but yes very similar - except in my head in my scenario there isn\'t pain. Though of course there could be, since I left it so unspecifed.

June 13th, 2022 06:57

Elsewhere
L. B. Mek said:

your words remind me of a song
by jessie j, titled \'big white room\'
whose lyrics include:
\'Sitting in a big white room alone
Close the door
Don\'t want the pain to come in
I clench my fist
And try to stay strong
I cry, feel sick
My heart is beating out of control
Can I run run faster than you
I wanna feel my body again
Feel the wind in my hair
But I have to stay in this big white room
\'Cause no one else cares, no
I\'m going crazy
I\'m losing my mind\'
(thanks for sharing, dear poet
a relatable read)

June 13th, 2022 06:31

The Old Gardener
Morwenna said:



June 11th, 2022 04:41

Impossibly useless: improbable delight
Neville said:


I think this is simply splendid .. but then, I\'ve got this thing about words ..

June 11th, 2022 03:37

The Old Gardener
MendedFences27 said:

I love this as it is. Would not change anything. \"The Old Gardener\" has a wealth of knowledge about plants and flowers, \" gleaning and gathering what he knows.\" He is a wise man. - Phil A.
P.S. - If you wish to have the \"new shoots\" serve as allegory for children then you would need to change the \"dark earth\" line. Perhaps \"Womb of the Earth\" or some such.

June 10th, 2022 19:00

The Old Gardener
Blueledge said:

I have a friend (much older than me) who is successful with everything he grows where as I fail more often than succeed. Jealousy got the better of me one day so I left him a note.
It may give you some ideas. Or just make you smile.


Jim\'s lament
They say he had green fingers.
A gentleman known as Jim.
Then he met a giant
who tore him limb from limb.


June 10th, 2022 17:57

Impossibly useless: improbable delight
MendedFences27 said:

We write. They read, and they interpret as they wish. The poet\'s intent may be crystal clear and yet be understood by some as otherwise. There are forms of language, dialects, phrases, dual meanings, translations and a host of other reasons why this happens. As a writer, we express from the deepest part of our being. We form it to the best of our ability. The rest is up to them.
Your poem, itself, shows the duality of meaning that language can endure. And you end it with \"I love you,\" maybe the most misunderstood phrase in the English language. What a powerhouse of verbalization you have created here. I loved it, whatever that means. Phil A.

June 9th, 2022 17:49

Impossibly useless: improbable delight
arqios said:

Getting across through morphemic bridges stirs up within our receivers a praise or distaste of language- as users of language humans can be fickle about crossing those bridges. A worthy thought to explore and a worthier poem on which to engage. Thanks for sharing, Morwenna. /Rik.

June 9th, 2022 17:07

Impossibly useless: improbable delight
Blueledge said:

Sometimes there\'s no need for words.


June 9th, 2022 16:36

Impossibly useless: improbable delight
Fay Slimm. said:

You poem the language of love\'s need for laughter when words of hurt mingle with later regret - - no better place than nature\'s woodland when making amends - -- a telling verse Morwenna

June 9th, 2022 14:39

This tangled life
MendedFences27 said:

Weeds and insects, two of the greatest symbols of endurance and determination. Surely, when all else is gone, only the weeds and insects will remain. You have given them true song. Now excuse me while I go spray my lawn.
It is a constant battle against the weeds and insects, and it seems they are winning. But for sure. they deserve your recognition and you have done it well. Some well woven words. - Phil A.

June 8th, 2022 14:36

This tangled life
Blueledge said:

Excellent.
I often wonder what our cities would look like if left alone from humans for a period of time. Say at least 100 years. I\'d love to see how much nature would reclaim. Closest modern day exemple would be parts of the Chernobyl area.

June 8th, 2022 08:13

This tangled life
dusk arising said:

I love this. Especially for the important inclusion of weeds. Weeds teach us so much about life, tenacity for a start and they are always there to celebrate any desertion of interest by mankind.

June 8th, 2022 07:05

This tangled life
Fay Slimm. said:

Ah - loud applause for your tribute to otherness Morwenna - I too sing to the marvels of life all around us and us hardly noticing their daily struggles - - this little gem must go to my list of favourites as a needed reminder and thank you loads for posting your caring.

June 8th, 2022 06:16

Weatherscape
Fay Slimm. said:

Ah - a lovely read Morwenna - From title onwards this little gem captures the scene with such atmospheric conception - and as for your finalé - - my cheering applause for those waltzing seagulls An innovative four -liner which must go into my list of favourites.

June 5th, 2022 15:05

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