[stylist] Re Poems about weather

[Semirhage]

Linda,
I liked the poem. Oddly I was picturing the scene of the rocking chair and 
you in our father's lap s a child, and it felt so warm and summer like and 
peaceful and pleasant that I was surprised a little to see that you were 
frightened by the storm. If that was the intent, cool, and if you wanted it 
to come across more frightening in the beginning to convey that, maybe more 
dark undertones or something. Not sure maybe it's just me as I like the rain 
in the summer especially.
Funny about the refrigerator and taking it with you when you die as I loved 
that bit as being a young minded thing we can likely all relate to as 
children. The want to do something like that and attachment to things in 
such a way that we want it with us even in the beyond...Like the Ancient 
Egyptians and other cultures believed/felt always and that's why they buried 
with them so many worldly possessions.
This poem was neat for me as I did actually have something to ad about it. 
Many are behind me, escaping either praise or criticism as I know they're 
just beyond me and though that's not  bad, it doesn't allow me to speak 
constructively on it either. I think I'm careful of that due to a 
educational situation that happened to my husband and I a few years sago at 
our local writer's group meeting. The guy trying to critique a fantasy story 
we'd begun held the entire thing up with thoughts and comments that were not 
helpful and made no sense because he was a realistic fiction writer and knew 
nothing about fantasy. HE admitted as much, but another author interrupted 
him to say anything you're telling them to clarify wouldn't be necessary to 
a fantasy reader and anyone reading this would be. I.E the things he wanted 
clarified wouldn't need to be to anyone reading it with an interest in such, 
so it was hindering more than anything. I feel the same when it comes to 
most poetry and that's why I don't comment about it, not feeling apt enough 
to do so.
Sem
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.