"I love the opening here. The mention of morning air makes me picture a serene beautiful day and sets a tone of comfort for me which is quickly replaced by then mentioning being unsteady. "heartfelt kisses " Adore this and the 'heartfelt' instead of just using kisses alone as we so often see within poetry. "I was never fond of flying, but I am filled with rocket fuel; " This really stands out to me as it makes me think on how at times we may need to do things that are not of our taste or that we find unsavoury but we know it needs to be done. It's very relateable. I find the imagery painted in this poem charming and the ending leaves a bittersweet taste. It reminds me of the times we know we need to move on and yet we find it difficult to do so. I thought this was beautiful"

I absolutely adored this poem! It is flawless in it's simple, narrative way.

I loved your word play here, when reading the sentence before "blade", one would immediately assume that blade refers to one from a flying machine but then you brought the reader down to a blade of grass. How brilliant!

I loved this poem so much I read it at least thrice and don't mind reading it again and again. It's one of those few poems which is easily read and understandable. I love it!!!

Two thumbs up! Three, if I had an extra one ;)

Phronemophobia - a fear of thinking.

I cannot pinpoint with precision, as to what is the over all poem about. Though, I understand the author is trying to suppress the obstreperous flood of thoughts that arise against her will.

It seems the author acknowledges the presence of her feelings, but refrains from admitting it, for it would relinquish the last vestige of that self control. Intentionally being phlegmatic, restraining from succumbing to sentimental involvement. It is a distract for the moment.

I was never fond of flying, but
I am filled with rocket fuel;
nevermind I'm still standing
on a blade, on a spear
of hybrid grass.

^ Love how the author has mentioned about standing positioned on a sharp hybrid grass spear, similar to a sharp blade. Impressive.

Do correct me if I'm wrong.

Very well written.

I cannot tell you how much I loved this poem, just because it sounded like that from a famous poem.

I loved the beginning stanza and how it just marked the beauty of how morning stumbles upon us. I feel the same :)

Judge comment:

This poem holds so much imagery it's just absolutely gorgeous. The beginning of the poem is so interested, especially the part about the hem of the dress, and uneasiness.. very creative. I can't quite wrap my head around what the poet meant but I instantly thought of waking up from a dream that she didn't want to wake from. The morning brought her this ill-feeling because whatever was in her subconscious was much better. The whole poem felt of daydreaming.. so wistful and meaningful, but also very sad. I would love to hear the interpretation of this poem! :)

Judge comment weekly contest jun 10, 2013

This poem comes alive with thoughts and implants them on mine. I enjoyed the imagery and the voice of the poem. I'm glad The Queen added a note as to what inspired this piece. At first I was not completely sure what the whole poem was about. Upon reading the first stanza, I thought it was about dancing but later on I realized the existence of the title and how it ties down with the ending. So all in all, this was a great poem that one too many can relate in some way or another, or will be immerse in the voice and imagery it has.
My favorite lines:
I was never fond of flying, but
I am filled with rocket fuel;
nevermind I'm still standing
on a blade, on a spear
of hybrid grass.

^^ this right here is a gem of sound for me

Double entry...

[Judging comment from week of 6/03/13]:

I have never in my life heard of the fear of thinking, and I really had to contemplate on this piece about what the author is saying. I think it was perfectly expressed in a unique way the flow of thoughts, sometimes quite random, that overtake our minds, and even if we try "by force", they still remain there in remnants. What I understood from this piece is that the author is stepping out into the crisp morning air, and like the start of a new day, is trying to move ahead, and not think back and remember this "you". I also think she is noticing details around her, the way the wind and air is almost exuding power, and the more she ponders about it, the more she'll be at the hands of it. I loved the ending of moving ahead from that haze, that uncertainty in the air that could cause her at any time to stop and remember. Intriguing piece!