tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post4127685036386871511..comments2024-03-27T22:12:01.201-04:00Comments on everyday amazing: Plastic cups of emptyGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-77901885490971491742017-11-10T05:57:42.947-05:002017-11-10T05:57:42.947-05:00I like the cinematic style of your writing -- seam...I like the cinematic style of your writing -- seamless transition of scenes unobstrusively walked us down the concluding focus, where the lasting impression echoes so strongly to the title. I can almost hear the guitarist singing McTell’s Streets of London.Colin Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04327191075382354759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-2567536054211971592017-11-08T09:30:49.968-05:002017-11-08T09:30:49.968-05:00I like this, a good take on city life. A nice writ...I like this, a good take on city life. A nice write☺ Pat Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10802650408750617363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-14627163594800201372017-11-07T20:37:25.532-05:002017-11-07T20:37:25.532-05:00'most trees are half-dressed
in orange pleats ...'most trees are half-dressed<br />in orange pleats with rust-brown twigs'<br /><br />'our cups<br />of solitude'<br /><br />These are wonderfully vivid images, Grace.purplepeninportland.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07842681508730093858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-1594288612013751382017-11-07T18:05:07.021-05:002017-11-07T18:05:07.021-05:00enjoyed "most leaves are half dressed"enjoyed "most leaves are half dressed"Sabio Lantzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12963476276106907984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-13238614892167637812017-11-07T15:05:13.063-05:002017-11-07T15:05:13.063-05:00Sounds of leaves and rain in the midst of the nous...Sounds of leaves and rain in the midst of the nousy city. Music! Beautiful!Mary Hoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17528465484642169618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-86342888994189161452017-11-07T09:43:24.711-05:002017-11-07T09:43:24.711-05:00Being alone in a city full of people is a strange ...Being alone in a city full of people is a strange thing. Your words bring the scene into sharp focus. Nosainthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05807730653175525468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-9635382575826656042017-11-07T08:21:19.293-05:002017-11-07T08:21:19.293-05:00Gorgeous! Every line a visual TREAT!Gorgeous! Every line a visual TREAT!Namrathahttp://www.namysaysso.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-64198697020828683012017-11-07T02:54:00.624-05:002017-11-07T02:54:00.624-05:00what a sensual delight this is! :)what a sensual delight this is! :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-7319609825439163352017-11-07T01:17:27.836-05:002017-11-07T01:17:27.836-05:00Lots of music here. Loved imaging the sound of ...Lots of music here. Loved imaging the sound of 'leaves hitting rain-puddled steps' - a melancholy tune I couldn't define - but heard clearly in your words. Thanks. peterfrankiswrites.wordpress.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16550198156164655342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-90928794745664842402017-11-07T00:35:12.800-05:002017-11-07T00:35:12.800-05:00I love the half-dressed trees and kick of leaves, ...I love the half-dressed trees and kick of leaves, Grace.Kathy Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12326495504453579091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-6927709670876788572017-11-06T23:15:01.296-05:002017-11-06T23:15:01.296-05:00This one sings a melancholy tune...lovely, Grace.This one sings a melancholy tune...lovely, Grace.lynn__https://www.blogger.com/profile/03991892804149727665noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-36715130969568542242017-11-06T20:24:32.383-05:002017-11-06T20:24:32.383-05:00I loved the "in orange pleats with rust-brown...I loved the "in orange pleats with rust-brown twigs."SilverGardeniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03840468159554491415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-12544865432602788672017-11-06T18:44:57.819-05:002017-11-06T18:44:57.819-05:00Lovely imagery in this quadrille. Lovely imagery in this quadrille. Arcadia Mariahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02632127814188649845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-45150490769439008072017-11-06T17:57:42.586-05:002017-11-06T17:57:42.586-05:00a breath of fresh air! Lovely!a breath of fresh air! Lovely!Frank J. Tassonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11034177573832896440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-65062149823725648322017-11-06T17:47:50.164-05:002017-11-06T17:47:50.164-05:00Autumn in the city--a bit of a different scene for...Autumn in the city--a bit of a different scene for me. I really like this description:<br />most trees are half-dressed<br />in orange pleats with rust-brown twigs<br />Victoria Ceretto-Slottohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11791036961620087347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-45218616762919551742017-11-06T17:12:25.442-05:002017-11-06T17:12:25.442-05:00The hardwire of the city has left me, at least for...The hardwire of the city has left me, at least for now.Pat Hatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745293224202430152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-45885498418023634492017-11-06T17:06:33.316-05:002017-11-06T17:06:33.316-05:00I see it and I feel the atmosphere. Well done!I see it and I feel the atmosphere. Well done!Vivian Zemshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09588008375525403964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-70759923074537383082017-11-06T16:43:08.575-05:002017-11-06T16:43:08.575-05:00The "last kick of leaves" must be almost...The "last kick of leaves" must be almost silent in a noisy city.Frank Hubenyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18058591172624203875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-41588608155144383222017-11-06T16:33:44.495-05:002017-11-06T16:33:44.495-05:00Love how you turned around kicking up leaves - the...Love how you turned around kicking up leaves - the 'orange pleats' are sheer creativityAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-5914110996310182342017-11-06T16:20:01.887-05:002017-11-06T16:20:01.887-05:00I love the title, Grace, and the sounds and sights...I love the title, Grace, and the sounds and sights of the city you have evoked so well. The lines I think are especially effective are:<br />'...last kick of leaves<br />hitting rain-puddled steps-<br /><br />it echoes <br />along with <br />guitar's strings of busker, filling<br />our cups<br />of solitude'.<br />It has a beautiful reverb!Kim M. Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668459794787447606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-9606045220277839022017-11-06T16:08:23.089-05:002017-11-06T16:08:23.089-05:00This is beautiful Grace, I especially love 'be...This is beautiful Grace, I especially love 'between streetlights- most trees are half-dressed in orange pleats with rust-brown twigs'Whippet Wisdom Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06620315234749039013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-12904037339864293902017-11-06T16:05:15.299-05:002017-11-06T16:05:15.299-05:00'City hard-wired for noise' You say almost...'City hard-wired for noise' You say almost all there is to say right there. Great line.Jane Doughertyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14700193165487305298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-46446329500845663282017-11-06T15:26:03.552-05:002017-11-06T15:26:03.552-05:00First off, your title is fantastic. And those &quo...First off, your title is fantastic. And those "last kicks of leaves" and THIS: <br />"most trees are half-dressed<br />in orange pleats with rust-brown twigs" <br /><br />Breathless, this leaves me. De Jacksonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04798544585779003567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-92231128880064695952017-11-06T15:24:00.573-05:002017-11-06T15:24:00.573-05:00I like this late autumn evocation. I read the soli...I like this late autumn evocation. I read the solitude quite positively - it felt like a mindful moment in the bustle of city life. sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01756314170839177900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-76225832647195463972017-11-06T15:21:40.718-05:002017-11-06T15:21:40.718-05:00Those empty cups - no coins for the buskers, no dr...Those empty cups - no coins for the buskers, no drinks to share with a friend, no coffee for self...I like the feel of this. We used to have buskers around here until the city council outlawed panhandling and of course, the panhandlers jumped on that and raised a stink. I miss the sound of the lone sax or the guitar...a very atmospheric write.tonispencerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04200564195675794747noreply@blogger.com