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The email address is: [email protected] So you SHOULD get this email twice - once through the Group email address, and once individually Happy Sundays!! John John Jackson "We are the glorious counterbalance to this climate of hate" #RNA60 Webpage: www.johnjacksonauthor.com Facebook: johnjacksonauthor Twitter: @jjackson42 Instagram: @john5642

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Hi all your opinion on my latest poem please.. Two Meeters After the Prime Minister’s broadcast I became very fat. I measured a metre more all round. Going out, I wore A giant ball of nothing. The heaviest nothing I ever had. I smiled with others, learning how To manage awkward nothings, Each keeping a metre to make two. Though only our boundaries can meet Nevertheless Some part of us reaches through to the heart. Stuart Larner thanks Stuart Larner -- https://stuartlarner.blogspot.com/p/stuff-you-can-access-now.html @StuartLarner

Hi everyone, So, let's give this a go! Here is a poem I would really appreciate feedback on. It is a villanelle and I'd really like to know what you think and where I could improve it. I have thought of an alternative to line 3 - · His handsome head hung sad since worlds began. ...but I think I am veering towards the original. What do you think? What about the half rhymes...do they work okay? I'm also wondering if it's clear what it's about... Any thoughts and comments gratefully received! Thank you xx Pete's Sunflower He was a sweet and heavy-burden man, traipsing slow burn, as dawn across the floor. His handsome head gazed sad since worlds began. Gravid with a life full borne. His dead pan dignified grace shewed, all agreed, at core, he was a sweet and heavy-burden man. He bent and furrowed, seed in gentle hand. Companion true to life’s longing. In awe his handsome head gazed sad since worlds began. A full-swelled bloom grew, faith to nature’s plan, laden, reaching up as he dragged down, for he was a sweet and heavy-burden man. Pete’s body had lain long in graven land when cumbrous gilt was fain to stoop. No more his handsome head gazed sad since worlds began. With autumn sigh, it fell to hoar earth and scattered seeds as memory dreams before. He was a sweet and heavy-burden man. His handsome head gazed sad since worlds began.

Hi Stuart, (and everyone) Good point. Not something I had considered. Frankly, I don't know if the point Stuart makes is strictly true, but that doesn't matter. I have tightened the visibility of the Group so that Messages are only visible to other Group members. Onwards and upwards, John John Jackson "We are the glorious counterbalance to this climate of hate" #RNA60 Webpage: www.johnjacksonauthor.com Facebook: johnjacksonauthor Twitter: @jjackson42 Instagram: @john5642