Spun Tales Of A Boy's Childhood Put Into Proper Context Comments

i'm not sure how anyone can say a poem is 'brilliant' when almost every line has totally unoriginal language in it, just goes to show how little people really know about poetry, very very strange

Meticulous detail, and an effullgence of imagework highlight this most ''well spun'' story, and poetic gem... Ted, you indeed impress, and never disappoint...Stellar Craftsmanship, my friend. FjR

With every joyous spin, I read and remembered, and regretted the loss of that 'Boy's Childhood' when he was growing up, trying to keep his feet on the ground under him. Perfection of memory and love for the little fellow, cause I know he still exists in your heart and soul. Linda

I sometimes come acroos a poem that I think: 'S\He's not going to better that. However difficult it is in your case to say this, this one tops the lot that I have read of yours. It is one of the best poems I have read on this site- and there has been (and will continue to be) great poetry. I can't say anymore!

Ted, your oeuvre is expansive and, IMO, absolutely delightful. You are a breath of fresh air at this site. I applaud your love of poetry. You make all the fools here, quite simply, disappear. Thanks.

....Just brilliant...

I now want to go out to the nearest field and spin till I throw up! This is gorgeous Ted, really really gorgeous. Hugs Anna xxx

A fascinating and different perspective, Ted. I enjoyed it. Marilyn

Ted. Wow. And then... wow. This is quite simply brilliant. I've never known someone have such a way with words, generally. You know, I was just thinking the other day that if we were presented with a few hundred poems with anonymous author it would be the easiest job in the world to pick out which ones were yours. (Er, yes, bit of a random thought there) . Love to you, t xx

Without taking in the context of my frienship and great respect for you, Ithink this is the finest poem I have ever read at poemhunter, you catapult our human souls into lost worlds. lost illusions, this is honestly beyond the scale of 10 even on the graveyard of sleeping racist soulst who at the age of 61 are spinninhg hate..spinning spinning..just cannot duplicate your spins Ted Sheridan I give up Yes I am a Poet you made me Man in these few words.. as ever bimbombay little boy blue