tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post6338217629944933357..comments2024-03-28T20:37:10.663-04:00Comments on everyday amazing: mo(u)rning tea/ anniversaryGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-21542411880669476652021-05-01T11:21:51.286-04:002021-05-01T11:21:51.286-04:00I resonate with Mo(u)rning tea - as it usually acc...I resonate with Mo(u)rning tea - as it usually accompanies watching the news. It is always lovely to read you, Grace.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01926508656571639801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-31129150141604868062021-04-30T09:54:04.629-04:002021-04-30T09:54:04.629-04:00Those last two lines are quite haunting.Those last two lines are quite haunting.SilverGardeniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03840468159554491415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-82715744268974740512021-04-30T09:00:26.432-04:002021-04-30T09:00:26.432-04:00Grace, I hope that my comment posted. This is love...Grace, I hope that my comment posted. This is lovely.Saravhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10785110483799081127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-72566970052780726212021-04-30T03:53:28.072-04:002021-04-30T03:53:28.072-04:00This brings some light to mo(u)rning and burning b...This brings some light to mo(u)rning and burning bridges. I love the images and plays on words. And the layout of the broken lines. April is Anniversary time for me too. Georginahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01463869349871241765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-80254729380226298482021-04-29T21:31:32.322-04:002021-04-29T21:31:32.322-04:00This is exquisite, Grace.This is exquisite, Grace.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-44705092763097424142021-04-29T21:12:44.843-04:002021-04-29T21:12:44.843-04:00Very nice Grace! Writing is a way of putting thing...Very nice Grace! Writing is a way of putting things to rest... and burning bridges.Dwight L. Rothhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07992133580674047782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-85081606075644326802021-04-29T19:59:09.070-04:002021-04-29T19:59:09.070-04:00This is beautiful!This is beautiful!Mary Hoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17528465484642169618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-89412736780023001402021-04-29T19:42:59.253-04:002021-04-29T19:42:59.253-04:00you have not mourned them
you burned your bridg...you have not mourned them <br />you burned your bridges<br /><br />Many would have committed the error of not caring of the consequences of little things that may turn out later to be big.<br /><br />Hank<br /><br />kaykualahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-68387335434744214952021-04-29T17:10:50.881-04:002021-04-29T17:10:50.881-04:00"you have not mourned them
you burned you..."you have not mourned them <br /><br />you burned your bridges"<br /><br />I read this as mourning the time lost to regrets. Sometimes bridges need burning. That is the lesson.Raivennehttps://raivenne.com/2021/04/29/she-tells-him/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-35549944382797217242021-04-29T16:36:46.125-04:002021-04-29T16:36:46.125-04:00Beautiful words and I love the way you blended the...Beautiful words and I love the way you blended the words morning and mourning in the title! ��Tricia Sankeyhttp://www.triciasankey.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-8915543838812617512021-04-29T16:06:24.052-04:002021-04-29T16:06:24.052-04:00Grief's arrow if straighter than most of us ar...Grief's arrow if straighter than most of us are able or willing to see. And how we squander its long shadowy hours hoping for a reprieve. There is a heart inside the heart of this, waiting, perhaps, forever? Is that what we learn?Brendanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01731074246845880620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-4616617032879351572021-04-29T15:56:42.205-04:002021-04-29T15:56:42.205-04:00I love the play on words in the title. There is of...I love the play on words in the title. There is often a mourning we must cross through and sometimes we need to rebuild the bridges to do it....when we are ready. This line was striking...."you know all of them, lingering at edge of light". Mishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16298805958255695264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-19284774833351578602021-04-29T15:54:05.018-04:002021-04-29T15:54:05.018-04:00I look forward to such a time when sitting down wi...I look forward to such a time when sitting down with the memories brings no hint of dark at all, or light. Beautiful conveyment of a complexity hard to put into just a few words.JadeLihttp://tao-talk.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-36215532292286559342021-04-29T15:19:06.201-04:002021-04-29T15:19:06.201-04:00Early morning tea (coffee for me, please), birdson...Early morning tea (coffee for me, please), birdsong & writing...right up my alley, Grace.<br /><br />Great work.Ron. Lavalettehttps://rlavalette.wordpress.com/2021/04/29/when-he-finds-himself-in-times-of-trouble/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-262416996734705272021-04-29T15:15:16.597-04:002021-04-29T15:15:16.597-04:00This is excellent Grace. This is excellent Grace. robkistnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08166835029205143266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-17056143407237831202021-04-29T15:09:37.355-04:002021-04-29T15:09:37.355-04:00A wistful poem, Grace. I love the lines:
‘pour you...A wistful poem, Grace. I love the lines:<br />‘pour yourself a teacup of mint & jasmine<br />& write your story of regrets on the pages <br />…<br />the verses turn wanting as if suspended’.<br />Kim M. Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668459794787447606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-11582773820072708962021-04-29T15:09:26.699-04:002021-04-29T15:09:26.699-04:00Have not been here for a while and was immediately...Have not been here for a while and was immediately reminded how clean and crisp your writing is. You focus is always a deep one, but seemingly written with a light heart - I envy you that... A lovely piece.scotthastiepoethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17266153714529613752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-48867447908742029702021-04-29T15:06:37.551-04:002021-04-29T15:06:37.551-04:00This links up well with Merril's prompt from T...This links up well with Merril's prompt from Tuesday. Perhaps once we acknowledge that those bridges have been burned, we can finally let go...Ingridhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01349081971668298252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-63641532053979792392021-04-29T15:00:50.855-04:002021-04-29T15:00:50.855-04:00I love the conclusion... the mourning is a bridge ...I love the conclusion... the mourning is a bridge to what was, but unless you take care to remember the bridges are gone.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.com