You know what I love about your poetry the most?
You are very in touch with the sensuality of life.
Not even just in the erotic sense, but sensuality in how we take in the world around us~ sensual in that we take in life through our touch, our taste, our interpretation of what we hear in a sound...and how we visualize...It is powerful, it is life and for me it is spiritual.
Life is sensual and you portray that in all of your pieces~ it's beautiful.
~rain

Posted: Jul 26, 2008

hi! cp. u'd taken a flight in writing that has been soaring of late. now u r reaching the peak. the heron turns into the heroine. yo! lol. ;-)

Posted: Jul 26, 2008

'a new carnival of shadows' is a poem in itself.
Art, to me, is expressing the unexpressable. You were like a great painter here. Awesome.

Posted: Jul 26, 2008

oh my gosh, you have taken me else where :)
this is sooooooo different from you and yet still with your personal touches of sensuality - OH!!!!
I adore it. it completely touches on the senses yet in a more quiet like way. I'll be back as I'm at work now.
have to read again ^_^
~katie

Posted: Jul 26, 2008

A trace of dawn chases
away the nightsong
Blue Heron inhales
a new day

Twigs from his nest
suspend from his beak
and the rushing wind
lifts his journey.

These are my favourite lines buddy...I felt so refreshed after reading this...it's morning here and the first poem for me of the dawn...i felt the breeze touching and caressing your cheeks have come to touch mine too....
Thanks a lot buddy for telling me about this...i envisioned myself in his place and again i could my husband too...in fact i was mesmerised and perplexed at the lively beat of this one...

i will come back again...

Posted: Jul 26, 2008

A reed bed of sweet grass
studded and strutted in the
rushing wind,
Blue Heron
pipes his organs and his
mandarin orange beak
frawnking a mandolin chord in
complex mating display.

Holy freaking crap! lol That was an amazing half-stanza. Wow, Peach, you really proved a lot to me with this poem.

A lot of writers on here are just starting to realize that they have the potential to write great things but, that is where you are drastically different. You are a writer that is already very exercised in the realm of self-expression and this poem clarifies that to a tee. This is a perfect piece of writing that I could definitely see in an anthology. Perfect as always and wonderfully filtered! Take care, Regan

Posted: Jul 26, 2008

Anytime! :)

Heavens no, hehe. I kind of had the feeling that it did when I considered your past works. But that is another thing that grounds your style of writing. Sex is very prevalent in today's world (sometimes good, but sadly, often in a bad tone) and I believe it should be discussed through the poetic medium. It doesn't change the feel of the poem, it rounds it out, so that it encompasses all of the beautiful parts of life. Even after multiple readings, it continues to mystify me! O ya, thanks for telling me you wrote a new one. I hardly ever get a chance to look at people's pages anymore. Make sure and tell me when you write another ;) Take care, Regan

Posted: Jul 26, 2008

hahaaha, funny thing, even though the sensual undertones were there, earlier I jsut did not connect with the full sexual pattern here lol, wow, what a diference in reading at home does lol.
you are indeed a genius!
we are all learning a fuller and more complicated/creative way of writing thanks to you ^_^
delving deeper yet into............the parameters of mind "YIKES" lol

Posted: Jul 26, 2008

my favourite thus far , a classy poem by a very classy lady.

Posted: Jul 26, 2008

Eleven minutes captured indelibly. An artist with clear, true strokes. I love this poem Classy, you should write more like this.

Posted: Jul 26, 2008

Funny thing, the heron is my favorite seabird. Such grace and wise Buddha patient.

Thanks for this gem, Senorita Peach.

Posted: Jul 27, 2008

"...wise Buddha patience..."

Posted: Jul 27, 2008

I find myself seeing the images you conjour so clearly. This has an almost Zen quality to it.

Posted: Jul 29, 2008

Peach said, "Did I set it out properly?"

Beautifully. I usually see them standing near the shore, primping their luscious feathers with infinite serenity. In your piece, there is a lot of turmoil in the surrounding environment, yet the heron remains sure of himself, his actions, his self-contained strength.

Posted: Jul 29, 2008

To me this was your most visual poem. Its full of midnight blues, purples, deep greens. It's got a luscious, decadent feel to it - sort of like rubbing velvet against your brain!! (Bet no one has ever said that to you before! Lol!) This was really wonderful Peach!

Posted: Jul 30, 2008

well the first stanza shouts erotic content. Erecting his blue head /prepares for flight /Into lascivious dark lilacs
well this is classic peach writing. The next stanza creates this metaphor for love making by using nature images though a get a feeling for bed sheets and pillows. So blue heron gets down to some serious mating displays. And the choice of the word blue and blue text sort of indicates the blue erotic content.
So dawn chases away their night music of love. Though the last two stanza’s as more of a one night stand quality about them Eleven minutes? This is not the display of sexual desire, perfection you’d expect two lovers to share.
I suppose in nature the deed is done and away the creature goes to his next conquest. This is the images I get from this poem, in contrast to the sensuality of two passionate lovers. Another great poem peachy full of metaphors which I probably have missed.
I loved this one!

Posted: Jul 30, 2008

lol...i am the only one who interpreted it on a completely different level...

I envisioned a flight for victory and love and perfection...
i sure am a tubelight

Posted: Jul 30, 2008

I liked this poem, as I originally thought it was an ode to these wonderful birds. I often see them when I go fishing, and they stand there nonchalantly, staring back, and I can tell it's thinking "you have your tools and opposable thumbs, and I am still better at this than you." No matter how many times I see it, the majesty of a heron taking flight always humbles me. And then - I read Matthews comments and thought "aaaah I hadn't looked at this poem like that." No wonder I think they're lovely creatures, eh? Well done!

Posted: Jul 31, 2008

The mating dance in us has such wild plumage! And that extravagantly long beak of the Blue Heron, curved, cruel, so sexually plunging for prey in the water. Thanks for singing it into myth!

Posted: Aug 4, 2008

This poem puts life into slow motion. Everything is immensely detailed,and wonderful. This poem makes life seem more rich in color, sound, touch. It explains the senses in a way that can be grasped so easily and yet with an intense deeper meaning ungraspable. The heron a steadfast creature here doing what it does yet still being able to be completely serene and beautiful.
Friggin' great.

Posted: Aug 13, 2008

Great imagery... one could actually see the winged one... sitting atop the thrown of nature... sweet filled with scent of mild stroking sensuality... this seems to be your forte girl!

Keep up the good work... refreshing piece.

Posted: Aug 18, 2008

Wonderful imagery! It is a generous treat for the eyes.

As i get from other reviews, the metaphors conceal the most artistic sensuality... but you know what.. i saw real lightning bolt and real dark Lilacs. In Nature almost everything is a symbol of fertility and continuation.. and dear Classy, these are poets like you who espy poetry in her every appearance and distil it into the mould of words.

No doubt,I loved it.

Posted: Aug 22, 2008

Yet another poem I have to get back to. I'll comment 2nite

Posted: Aug 23, 2008

isn't there something regal about the heron; her infinite patience ; her sombre silent standing in the dark alone .
I like the uninhibited abundance of metaphors; sound , touch. -
I don't get the eroticism referred to in the above critiques; was it intended ?,is it simply those who get aroused and distracted by the word 'erection
I any event I like this piece very much ;
The danger with poetry and imagery metaphor etc. is that anyone can make any construction of your words.
But thats the occupational hazards have to live with ; it is both their stigmata and their source of joy at the same time.
In the Life of Brian - which is based on Dylan or Lennon - whichever ? the point is driven home again and again that whenever he tried to say something straight ; it was taken as prophesy.
But please clarify for me ; was there a sexual allegory intended here .
Do you like me have an aversion to these singular asinine abbreviations in slang which are proffered as comments.
Yo - Dude .. Amazing !!. ahhha . lol...
They drive me fucking insane .
Sorry about that ...
Yes ,, yes .. My wild mountain flower .. and I said Yes ! .. Yes !!

Posted: Aug 29, 2008

What if a lightening bolt metaphorically was a woman, striking oh-so-close to a man, a man she adored (metaphorically, a blue heron). The blue heron (or the man) since the dawn of man, performs his ritualistic dance once subliminally realizing there could be a spark of attraction, his ritualistic dance with his 'come hither' eyes.

Dark lilacs and mischievous blue could, in my mind, represent female genitalia. He wants to get there, knowing the co-attraction, and begins what nature has embedded in everyone. (everyone?)

At the slightest set back, maybe he retreats and cushions himself in his customs, (his powder down), or maybe powder down is in reference to warping your mind eccentrically with substances.

Twigs suspend from his beak. Lets face it, we all have baggage, be it in the wonderful form of kids, maybe the boring form of career, regardless...we all need to keep on flying on our mortal journey. Sidenote: I don't consider kids baggage, but you catch my drift.

All in all, this grand display correlates with nature's bountiful goodness and natural elements, so close to human.

I get a huge kick out of dramatic poetry. I love to flare mine up. The last stanza does throw off the whole tune, as 11 minutes is a reference to a sexual act. I absolutely wrote this with sex in mind. Without a doubt.

I am so incredibly pleased with your visit Donkylemore. And your savory comments are certainly welcome.

As for your refences to unbridled writing, let me tell you...I am just short of that jump. I am having problems focusing lately and I know I am capable of that leap....try as I might, and your encouragement warms my heart and my pen. I just can't seem to reach it right now.

So, thank you very much.
LOL is so over-used. Laughing out loud. Donkylemore, maybe we need to ponder some new jargon.

Posted: Aug 29, 2008

Unharness your writing from the subtlety whilch allegory and allusion offers
Write the raw uninhibited substance.
I know here , we all hesitate .
We all have peni ( i hate penises as a word ) / vulvae mons ( monses ?) . and all the accessories.
Unshackle your formidable writing - let it be crude, vulgar, raw. untamed.
I wrote a poem is a certain manner which was interpreted as representing a flame .
Tat was not my ijtention ;
I just wrote in in ' word ' and centered it by format.
and it turned out in the format as to suggest I had constructed the words in this particular
Thats all.

Posted: Aug 29, 2008

Girl, This is a fantastic piece of work.Once i figyre out how to navigate this site,I will be becoming a fan.you reviewed my poem Imagine... but i could not get back into my a/c so had to rejoin. I was under Michelle Geaney. I promised myself any1 who reviewed mine i would review theirs and im very glad i found yours.This is like a breath of fresh air, beautifully written with strong imagery and phrASES that would make you go WOW. i clicked on I like it but the truth is I love it. xxx

Posted: Sep 9, 2008

Classy..........I emerge from the depths of confusion.....mundane ennui..to bathe in the pleasure of your words....your a bird-girl whose spirit flys on the sounds of your poetry...I like your honesty...extracted from this profusion of life...there is however a shroud that seems to obscure a deeper meaning...but i can't seem to penetrate it...what is this...I can't penetrate it...am I missing something?

Posted: Sep 10, 2008

wow i was taken to another world
it was like looking at a painting filled with blues and greens
then brought back to reality with the last line
beautiful

Posted: Sep 14, 2008

Is there anything you can't write about? I love reading your poems. It's captivating and always suprising, never dull. The thing I like most about your style is that every reader is taken to a place in their own imagination a different meaning to all. You are brilliant....

Posted: Sep 15, 2008

I will not waste your time and mine with a long ramble on the poem; it is impressive, well written and enjoyable.

Posted: Sep 16, 2008

So happy to see this beautiful, colourful, superbly written treasure grace the featured writing pages. I love it a lot all over again.

Posted: Sep 22, 2008

It's difficult to comment on. Others have already said most of what i can think of. I can offer you a more literary comment. But unfortunetly my comments arn't usually poetic or vivid and i certainly don't have the natural talent or disposition towards vivid poetic language that is evident in everything of yours that i've read so far. I'll say this: perfect rhythm and meter, you never miss a beat. The language like i said is incredibly vivid and imaginative and it creates imagery that leaves me breathless even though the topic its self i have little to no interest in. All in all, as everyone else seems to agree, it's brilliant and i can't pick a single fault.

Posted: Oct 7, 2008