A nice bit in a series of unpleasantines. There's more to this than I see now, but without proper perspective I'm missing it. Three people...singing in the rain.
I suppose some would say don't judge/question/critique poetry because it's a thing of beauty besides and above all, but I'll do it anyway. I don't understand the second to last line because it doesn't match the mood or the phrasing of the lines before or after it. The rest is about a moment frozen, if I'm getting it, a bit of time where all that matters is song and the rain, and the world around, but "but none too soon" can only be translated as "it couldn't happen fast enough". Considering that the rest of the poem is about *liking* this moment, this sudden yearning for it to end strikes me as odd, as does the last word. I can't help but wonder if you tacked it on because it rhymed with "soon".
Perhaps I'm completely mistaken. But these are my thoughts.

K. Stramin

I don't understand this either, and I have no comments other than to say that I've now read it...

K

The first of this seems very rough, beginning with "these guys" but then, they're just "guys" not men or women or anyone specific.
Not all poetry is understood, and this is one of those for me--I don't understand what it means, entirely, nor do I want to. But the title certainly gives its hint. Chances fly past all of the time, and we all miss most of them.

Ok I think I'll have a go at this in one go instead of reviewing each one separately. In general, I wish you would consider looking at not capitalizing the start of each line and punctuating your work (which yes sometimes you do so brilliantly and sometimes the poems don't need it), but mostly this is just a pet peeve of mine so probably can be discarded as soon as it is read.
Going backwards: this one has lovely imagery and I particularly like the first three lines and the last one very much. Rust is one of those things that hold an odd beauty for me.
On Still, Somehow: I'm not a fan of the half rhyme that happens since it seems accidental without a proper rhyme scheme. Some of the lines have a real power to them though, like "And day to day I live half-lives" and "And I see you with my waking eyes" both really move me just by themselves.
Actually I really like Foundations and it is definitely one of my favorites in this collection. I think it is the punctuation, really nicely done.
About is not my cup of tea. I think it is the lack of flow, but I think that was one of the things you were going for so I don't know. I do appreciate the line "This is a childish tale for the old" though.
The last line ruins it for me and I was really into it up until then. But really "bloody juices" seems like it is trying too hard, since 'my blood' would work just as well. The first line is unbelievable, in a good way.
Another one of my favorites is definitely New Year. Really touching and disheartening all at the same time. And I feel all this despite the capitalization at the start of each line.
I don't really feel anything for Isolated Country as a poem, but I adore the line "Faster than quicksand, you could sink into the wilderness" The rest is only so so for me.
You probably like this one a lot since you took the title of the collection from it, but I'm not fully taken with it. The sentiment behind it is wonderful, but that is part of the problem as I think so much more can be done with it.
Water's Edge is my favorite of the bunch. period. But I think in the last line, water would flow better as waters. Just a thought. Another is something I've already mentioned at least twice before so I won't bring it up here, but I think you can guess what it is.
Finally, I shouldn't have done this backwards as I hate leaving on a bad note and there was a lot of really great things going on in the rest of this collection, but this one does nothing for me and I'm not really sure why.
As a final note I'll leave you with this thought: Capitalization! (I lied, I really didn't mean for you to forget it at all). Ok I'm done now. Wow, I type too much.

Very nice. As with a lot of poets, I don't entirely understand it, but I find it...true, somehow.
This is poetry.

K. Stramin

Short and poignant, but too short and not descriptive enough to be more than that. This poem reminds me of some of the semi-haikus I read in high school.

Odd that it reads, "halves of cars not so lucky as ours" considering that their current car is probably going to end up in a landfill someday; rather than being able to enjoy the sun it'll be buried under dirt. Is this...significant?

K. Stramin

Actually, considering how inventive and self-destructive people can be, I think there *is* a method of smoking cocaine, but it's less common...
Yeah. I can't really say anything about this either...

I say this one more time- your imagery is beautiful! And I'll say this again- I think several, maybe even most of these could be published. I love the line "Engines dried in countless months' sun/Done" It just seems to work so well. It's almost singsong; it's certainly lyrical.

Well, okay, it's not gold, or as good as the other poems in this collection, but the idea is palpably there. And I like it. You're also very good at imagery, though I know I've said that before. Those first few lines are quite evocative.

I like this one, a lot- even if it's a little saddening and even scary! Especially "these halting phrases" because the poem even before that seems to be composed mostly of just that. The rhythm's really strong all the way through- good job!

Interesting... I like the end.

:) CD

Now here's something worth framing. Worth publishing offline, definitely. I think this is the best poem I've come across on fictionpress.
It's vaguely lyrical, and I might be mood-prejudiced because I was listening to Pink Floyd's "Wish You Were Here"...it might have helped, but this is good.

It's good because, in my opinion, it's short but not terse. However, when it's spoken outloud, it loses the rhythm it seemed to have on the page. It's definitely halting, as you put it, but for some reason I like it.

K. Stramin

Very literal imagery here...but I don't connect the images together. This is very definitely your poem and no one elses.
Though yes, maybe I understand a bit. Lots of dead trailers out here, too...no woods, though. It's too open to be ominous. Maybe that's why I don't connect.

That's VERY moving. Good imagery, if sometimes a bit bleak; a sense of the tininess one feels in an endless landscape. But then the last line is so UPLIFTING! It's like a reminder that in the seed of darkness and emptiness lies the germ of creation.

This is your best poem, I think. The others are good, but this... is powerful.

A strange poem. I like the wording. It's...a bit...it feels Alice in Wonderlandish XD It makes pictures run through my head.

The breaks suggest a rythm that feels a bit off. It feels like it should rhyme, but then it doesn't, but then the sentences get a bit too long.

"It won’t happen; you must live your life" needs a break.

I think it needs many more breaks overall! XD