Kev de Cauchery

It is beautiful indeed. But personally, truth be told, I don't find that it has as much impact as some other poems of yours. But as I said, beautiful indeed. And I find it more of a story than a poem for me. And I especially love this part: "At the base of the hill, again a long time ago, a brook came by and politely took its leave, traveling the easier path." I can't help but notice the muse, you know.

This is my all time favorite of your works, so far... Sam, I think your artistry lies not only in those beautiful words, but also the way you arrange them. The way you arrange them gives us the reader so many ways to read the poem. I want to thank you for this poem. There's this verse I particularly like I take but give more You give me kindness I take but am indebted You give me gentleness I take all your smiles You give me laughter I must have for all time You give me time, all the time I would yield to you You give me a hard time But you never ask You stand up to me I lift you up You put me down I kneel to you You go down on me I offer you praise You pick me up I cling to you You turn me round Upon the ground And you pound

I've found several ways, actually, to read the poem. - A fabulous triumph in the experimental part. And at the same time, a very emotional peom. It had inflicted contradictory emotions in me, and as the title, Falling Leaves, those emotions were entangled together. All in all, I love it.

If I had not known the muse behind this story, I would still love it. It's so passionate and aggressive. Just the way I like it.

I love this one. Sad, and I love the sadness of it. Sometimes love has become a faint scent that's dissolved in the blood. You know it's there, but you seldom feel it. Only when disturbed, sometimes by a dream, that you do remember it. Sometimes it saddens me that I can no longer remember what the feeling it to love some particular one.

I feel super hopeful with this one. The anticipation of love and relationship. I love that.

I feel somewhat hopeful reading this poem.

A sad love loss. And the loss is for life. So sad but beautiful.

A piece of lyric keep churning in my head. "Maybe this time ....." Anyway, the four parts are so loosely connected to each other rather than forms, yet if one reads carefully it reads as if it's four periods one person goes thru. As if it also contains a somewhat hidden story.

Void. I found this poem hits hard. Every day I woke up void of motivation. I found I easily have bad thoughts the first thing I wake up in the morning. Nothing in one's heart is never good. Sad. Also makes me remember the unrequited love theme.

Despite the title 'Today', I found it somewhat optimistic because even tho today might be awful, one can always 'live tomorrow.'

It's almost like an advice piece, almost a lecture, but the audience for the lecture is yourself. I love the rhyming too.

I found this wonderfully odd because despite the almost moody content, i read it with such an upbeat rhythm.

I like how you end each stanza with Which with a period, not a question mark. In that way it sounds more demanding than inquiry. Suits the poem more. I also found there are places that can also be read as 'witch' <-- yeah, that's just me.

Since I'm rereading the poems, from Unheard straight to this, I found the same unheard musical quality in this one. I found I never reviewed it in the forum. I remember reading it. Now that I think of it, maybe at that time I was at a loss for words for this poem because it's so sad. Sad but well written.

Agreed. And Carl, I'd rather be he dealing with it than you. I dunno. I've yet to meet a serious homophobe. But I've told myself I can't be friends with homophobes, not close friends. It's just, if he can talk about his girlfriend why can I my boyfriend? Stuff like that, even if the friendship starts out real good, stuff like that and the frustration will crack the friendship....

Now I remember reading it. Still Wow! I love the lines of verses in the form of prose. Very powerful.

Overall, this is one collection that I enjoyed reading a lot from the get go. I'm happy that I chose to re-read it. It's very nice.

This must have been inspired by that music of verses that goes on and on in your heart. Unheard, but somehow you put it down in words and we undersand.

This must be the reason of the name of the whole collection. I find this one a bit odd. Good odd.

I have always loved the last line. I found this very conversational, so don't tell me I don't understand this one. You silly.

Dare I say I understand all these loosely connected words? Nah. It starts with one thing and ends with another, just like people's thoughts.

I found, often in your poems, there's this pulling of opposites. It's nice.

I must say I wasn't following the stream of consciousness of this one. As you have always said, I actually don't understand your poems. Maybe I don't, but I like them anyways.

I probably didn't look up the title word in dictionary when I first read this. Now that I know what that means, it sends a smile to me. The words, arranged, but almost random. Almost.