tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post5492505731448789974..comments2024-03-27T22:12:01.201-04:00Comments on everyday amazing: What i remind myself at nightGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-80929142482279067482013-08-15T03:31:03.869-04:002013-08-15T03:31:03.869-04:00It is the most beautiful place when the wheels are...It is the most beautiful place when the wheels are re-tired...recharged and ready for the real life baby! love YA friend the words are brilliant!Katie Mia Frederickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01336627766755378406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-60104222757710144632013-08-14T23:29:19.361-04:002013-08-14T23:29:19.361-04:00the clock
grew through the vision
of her eyes
unt...the clock <br />grew through the vision<br />of her eyes<br />until it consumed<br />each ray of light<br />Frank Watsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11512960953837979822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-77497225289455725702013-08-14T22:10:38.684-04:002013-08-14T22:10:38.684-04:00I so agree, Grace. I work in a cubicle and every d...I so agree, Grace. I work in a cubicle and every day I have to remind myself of all the beauty around me. SmilesAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-184931175165290812013-08-14T21:42:07.406-04:002013-08-14T21:42:07.406-04:00Grace, I hope your workdays improve. Nothing worse...Grace, I hope your workdays improve. Nothing worse than the days like the one you so eloquently expressed above. Ugh is the word. And yet you find a way to bring us with you through it in beautiful fashion.Mystic_Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00099062213372011260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-69571534690140556852013-08-14T20:57:46.681-04:002013-08-14T20:57:46.681-04:00I am trying to remember each night, thanks ~I am trying to remember each night, thanks ~Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-37762314259890068932013-08-14T20:57:09.234-04:002013-08-14T20:57:09.234-04:00Work is blessing, I know ~ Hey, we wrote about th...Work is blessing, I know ~ Hey, we wrote about the same theme ~Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-11432467335918458692013-08-14T20:56:38.110-04:002013-08-14T20:56:38.110-04:00To work from home is my dream ~ I am envious, smi...To work from home is my dream ~ I am envious, smiles~Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-28904348687806953882013-08-14T20:55:58.741-04:002013-08-14T20:55:58.741-04:00Thank you all for your lovely words and encouragem...Thank you all for your lovely words and encouragement ~ My pleasure to visit and read your poems ~ Happy day everyone ~ Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-67956794896497095632013-08-14T18:40:58.125-04:002013-08-14T18:40:58.125-04:00Wonderful Grace! There's awesome concordances ...Wonderful Grace! There's awesome concordances of the true & illusive ~ I sense a despair and disappointment that coils in these verses. I always learn something wonderful reading your work!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-15580587331530306982013-08-14T10:41:47.842-04:002013-08-14T10:41:47.842-04:00Trapped in an artificial environment. Droll and re...Trapped in an artificial environment. Droll and repetitive perhaps, but at least you're out of the heat! I sit in the shade of a pepper tree, composing words with sweat tracing the lines in my face, but it is my choice to be here, to write, here with the birds and cicadas for audience. Too many years I stood my ground against tiled floors, florescent lights and sometimes angry faces. I'll take the heat and humidity as you remind me of the despair of those other years!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-80708794811968750742013-08-14T09:49:17.742-04:002013-08-14T09:49:17.742-04:00'under the ceiling the paint is peeling off...'under the ceiling the paint is peeling off'<br /><br />Grace, this poetry, this line especially..that undertow of slow disintegration is so powerful, so fragile, so resonant....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-45147979558530763312013-08-14T09:01:45.845-04:002013-08-14T09:01:45.845-04:00Grace, I like how you chose the words to show nerv...Grace, I like how you chose the words to show nervousness at work, lines like 'Someone is always pushing the buttons', feels you're at time not comfortable at your work...,but I glad you're not absorbed deeply by it and remember 'To set my fires afloat'. Great poem!humbirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00106270909713851811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-28818833020226571362013-08-14T08:48:07.044-04:002013-08-14T08:48:07.044-04:00This took me back to when I used to work in an off...This took me back to when I used to work in an office. So glad I work from home now.Kathryn Dychehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17175563748388497142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-55736318618377656962013-08-14T08:00:02.092-04:002013-08-14T08:00:02.092-04:00This describes almost every day in my office LOL. ...This describes almost every day in my office LOL. Seriously though, it's a beautiful description of workplace monotany. Optimistic Existentialisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11507986337866049924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-1917706783811860672013-08-14T07:34:11.401-04:002013-08-14T07:34:11.401-04:00Oh yes the work day and how it contrasts of those ...Oh yes the work day and how it contrasts of those blissful days of vacation.. Still we have always to be thankful to have work these days I imagine (as I also saw in some of my comments)..brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-28908330340185466592013-08-14T05:21:45.989-04:002013-08-14T05:21:45.989-04:00This reminded me a lot of the days when I was work...This reminded me a lot of the days when I was working in a new city, with nothing but work taking up my day... so much so, that I wasn't able to write for a long, long time. I'm glad that those days without the ability to write didn't last for too long..Arnab Majumdarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15746493850475907233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-24997028543117415512013-08-14T04:24:51.175-04:002013-08-14T04:24:51.175-04:00Full of good things, a most compelling poem. My fa...Full of good things, a most compelling poem. My favourite couplet:<br /><br />The sun hides behind the ruffled clouds. <br />And mustard walls, penciled with industrial carpet. <br /><br />Superb!Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-88685552831463844272013-08-14T02:31:47.997-04:002013-08-14T02:31:47.997-04:00Life. And existence.
I love how you have separat...Life. And existence. <br /><br />I love how you have separated the two. I live this. And understand the real challenges behind this.ninotazizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06491437553562159354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-45435041745984431962013-08-14T01:40:30.208-04:002013-08-14T01:40:30.208-04:00Another fine write Grace. As I am currently not wo...Another fine write Grace. As I am currently not working - you took me back… hmm possibly not a great thing in that respect, but I felt your pain of the drudgery of the working week. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-41640751070469849032013-08-14T01:09:56.829-04:002013-08-14T01:09:56.829-04:00Yes, sometimes the .work week is a like a huge sac...Yes, sometimes the .work week is a like a huge sack we carry around until we are unburdened by week end...and it starts all over again...someone constantly pushing your buttons...and the seeking of self midst all the comings and goings. I hear you and share the burden. Good write! ~jackie~Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-36431659573217325612013-08-14T00:59:05.693-04:002013-08-14T00:59:05.693-04:00Work days mount and taunt...love how you ended thi...Work days mount and taunt...love how you ended this piece. Susie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-1433043087281780872013-08-13T23:26:22.398-04:002013-08-13T23:26:22.398-04:00love that last line...
may the next work day bring...love that last line...<br />may the next work day bring unexpected blessingsHisFireFlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10846956916583286916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-33667691923769455182013-08-13T23:18:08.913-04:002013-08-13T23:18:08.913-04:00Grace, the work day can be monotonous, but we must...Grace, the work day can be monotonous, but we must proceed. I am now just getting off work myself. Excellent description.<br /><br />Pamela flauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-34366423642675399672013-08-13T22:39:58.433-04:002013-08-13T22:39:58.433-04:00I remember those awful days of work. I love your w...I remember those awful days of work. I love your wordplay with pushing buttons. I felt that way too. I was so there with you while reading.Maggie Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13044824920398442496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-52994656121098855292013-08-13T22:31:43.602-04:002013-08-13T22:31:43.602-04:00And the days dredge on. One must find a way to kee...And the days dredge on. One must find a way to keep the fires floating. Trusting that poetry is one of them! Very thought-provoking piece.Ginny Brannanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15298060016652737538noreply@blogger.com