tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post9157448532174083564..comments2024-03-28T17:30:09.028-04:00Comments on everyday amazing: What I forgot Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-33717269067025421082015-09-14T07:47:12.456-04:002015-09-14T07:47:12.456-04:00Haejin, I forgot to breathe whi!e I read your poem...Haejin, I forgot to breathe whi!e I read your poem---you had me in such suspense, what a powerful, beautiful poem. Impressive!Saravhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10289212188617046645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-84638194904851715662015-09-11T15:57:07.697-04:002015-09-11T15:57:07.697-04:00This is beautiful and really raw and emotionally e...This is beautiful and really raw and emotionally evocative when you describe the baby's foot and the tree for me. We must never forget.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13646917707699645492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-68428830522907426952015-09-10T21:58:16.237-04:002015-09-10T21:58:16.237-04:00my father never taught us his tongue. i really lik...my father never taught us his tongue. i really like the first two lines, how they draw us in, then your catalog which gets progressively more intimate and personal ~grapelinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14929030339206629628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-37829881600385766022015-09-10T14:28:51.800-04:002015-09-10T14:28:51.800-04:00Really, really amazing Grace.
I noticed now I forg...Really, really amazing Grace.<br />I noticed now I forgot a lot of things!!<br />xoxoxGloria Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03055543111865966546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-28261420696921495322015-09-10T08:03:53.322-04:002015-09-10T08:03:53.322-04:00I find the personal turning into universal in the ...I find the personal turning into universal in the lines...love the sizes stanza most..this is an amazing poem....Sumana Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333363799083094084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-90824131527577305882015-09-09T16:54:51.863-04:002015-09-09T16:54:51.863-04:00I love the overlapping layers in this piece, Grace...I love the overlapping layers in this piece, Grace. <br /><br />My favourite part...<br /> <br />"I forgot sizes<br /> how tiny a baby's foot is <br /> how small I am against tree's giant palm<br /> how pitiful my worries are against child's<br /> hapless face"<br /><br />We can truly forget the simplest things....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-47111425655108609442015-09-09T15:17:54.009-04:002015-09-09T15:17:54.009-04:00This is spectacular. I am deeply enamored of "...This is spectacular. I am deeply enamored of "yellow" as verb. <br />And these lines: <br />"I forgot how difficult it was to start over <br /> I forgot difficult <br /> and starting over" <br /><br />Her very language is leaving her...not just the feelings, but the way to describe them...the way to claim them (reclaim them) as her own. <br />De Jacksonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04798544585779003567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-2303439407265520262015-09-09T13:00:45.814-04:002015-09-09T13:00:45.814-04:00This is fantastic Grace. It reads almost like a st...This is fantastic Grace. It reads almost like a stream of conscientiousness how smoothly you go from thought to thought to thought and yet connect them all. Beautiful.Raivennehttp://wp.me/pPury-1hlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-79518416659809507612015-09-09T09:44:20.313-04:002015-09-09T09:44:20.313-04:00This is amazingly written, Grace. I read it severa...This is amazingly written, Grace. I read it several times now and each time a different line stands out to me. I noticed that I start to forget more the older I get and I'm not happy about it. But I guess rather than be sad about it I should just hold on to the most precious memories, maybe by just writing them down. Thank you for this inspiring poem!Beatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14712395242968990000noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-49341451654210329812015-09-09T01:04:47.992-04:002015-09-09T01:04:47.992-04:00i remember all of what is lost
and found again.. i...i remember all of what is lost<br />and found again.. i remember<br />all of what is found again..<br />lost again.. i forget then<br />and <br />remember again<br />now.. LOVEsMiLES.. <br />forevermorenow..:)Katie Mia Frederickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01336627766755378406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-73080643415472319442015-09-08T23:30:25.034-04:002015-09-08T23:30:25.034-04:00Wonderfully fantastic.Wonderfully fantastic.Gailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04219479223227928561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-86739371959839924992015-09-08T22:43:47.370-04:002015-09-08T22:43:47.370-04:00beautiful, grace-fully stated !
gracias, mi amiga...beautiful, grace-fully stated !<br /><br />gracias, mi amigaMarcoantonio Arellano (Nene)https://www.blogger.com/profile/10713672589582754484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-50006538040404682652015-09-08T22:03:59.549-04:002015-09-08T22:03:59.549-04:00Grace, this is a fantastic poem for a most wonderf...Grace, this is a fantastic poem for a most wonderful prompt. I really really love this! I will give my head a shake and see what falls out! Maybe in the morning!Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-59892832336480871332015-09-08T21:38:43.893-04:002015-09-08T21:38:43.893-04:00WOW! I feel this way sometimes, in front of this ...WOW! I feel this way sometimes, in front of this computer, barely uttering sounds even at the catastrophes that more and more discard children as if we could live without them. I still speak my mother tongue, though, when I speak, if I speak, and that is the question, isn't it? How much of the unbearable does it take to cut off language, how much to bring it back again?Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-67853480257881444192015-09-08T18:10:13.447-04:002015-09-08T18:10:13.447-04:00There is so much that is forgotten in one's li...There is so much that is forgotten in one's life really. Very sad to forget one's mother tongue, but I think this happens with many people who move from one country to another at a young age. It is also so easy to forget the times when life was not so good after a period of time. I like the personalism of this poem, Grace.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-45246618628026995542015-09-08T17:55:24.421-04:002015-09-08T17:55:24.421-04:00Forgetting does make more room in ones head. I som...Forgetting does make more room in ones head. I sometimes forget to remember, but it's still up there somewherePat Hatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745293224202430152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-61251230130787342872015-09-08T17:31:34.108-04:002015-09-08T17:31:34.108-04:00I will never forget my mother's language ... a...I will never forget my mother's language ... although I rarely speak in it to my children ... but when I do, they know I mean business ... smiles ... and I never forgot how tiny my babies' foot was ... as I still have her shoes ... her birthday would be Feb26 1986, her death day is Oct09, 1986 ... some important things one just doesn't forget, no doubt about it ... Love, cat.^.^https://www.blogger.com/profile/17422876955246850636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-1706564981527592792015-09-08T17:19:41.770-04:002015-09-08T17:19:41.770-04:00I love the layering from one line to the next, lik...I love the layering from one line to the next, like here:<br />"I forgot the words of my mother tongue<br />I forgot my tongue"<br /><br />This is really one of the worst feelings in the world, forgetting your own tongue ... what it's like to speak freely. <br /><br />But yes, what your poem is really talking about is using our bodies and mouths in tangible, "hands-on" ways.<br /><br />This is my favorite part:<br />"I forgot difficult <br /> and starting over"<br /><br />Very smart closing line: "I forget words of my mother tongue"<br /><br />To me, it says that all the rest came back to you. But this. This did not. The mother tongue. The mother-tongue. I love that this could have to do with your first language, or it could have to do with forgetting your tongue as a mother. This IS something that goes on forever in some ways. Or what if this poem is about a woman who lost a child, so now she has to "forget" the language of motherhood? So sad. To me, though, it's speaks more to the fact that as your children get older, you have to trust that you've done the best job you can in teaching them and have to let go some and stop telling them what to do all the time. At some point, they have to start figuring things out on their own, leaving the nest, so to speak.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-18347804108441875932015-09-08T16:58:37.652-04:002015-09-08T16:58:37.652-04:00Ah yes.. sadly many of us have soon forgotten the ...Ah yes.. sadly many of us have soon forgotten the words of our beloved mother's tongue.. guess its lack of practice maybe. Beautifully executed.<br /><br />Lots of love,<br />SanaaSanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-47127067280746052382015-09-08T16:42:19.808-04:002015-09-08T16:42:19.808-04:00A great and strong piece. It's hard to remembe...A great and strong piece. It's hard to remember things that pierced our soul but it's also good....to remember and appreciate how far we have come.ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-45439875048411886082015-09-08T15:21:10.998-04:002015-09-08T15:21:10.998-04:00Actually, this fabulous piece is a perfect illustr...Actually, this fabulous piece is a perfect illustration of your prompt. As I wrote on the dVerse comments, I burst off course & was inspired by spoken word poetry itself, gravitating to my default performance poet, Leonard Cohen. I misunderstood the advance promo from other sites, but I still fell into line with the spirit of the prompt; I hope. I like your lines /forgot how difficult it was to start over/forgot difficult/forgot starting over/.Glenn Buttkushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10680725814199700692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-79178068647478741682015-09-08T14:18:45.195-04:002015-09-08T14:18:45.195-04:00Thank you Bjorn ~ I felt this prompt was very dif...Thank you Bjorn ~ I felt this prompt was very difficult to do, but inspiring nonetheless ~ I am more appreciative of all my blessings now ~ I remind myself to never forget it ~Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-43524864785082951982015-09-08T14:17:34.256-04:002015-09-08T14:17:34.256-04:00Thank you for your thoughtful comments ~ Sometime...Thank you for your thoughtful comments ~ Sometimes I do indeed forget my humble beginnings ~ Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-83634093858343267492015-09-08T14:08:32.489-04:002015-09-08T14:08:32.489-04:00This is amazing.. the way you tell the narrative, ...This is amazing.. the way you tell the narrative, the personal story by relating what you forget... maybe there is a purpose of forgetting, but I think there is something so much more in remembering even if it's hard. Love how you relate it to your mother tongue..brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-6818242701822184212015-09-08T14:07:10.958-04:002015-09-08T14:07:10.958-04:00You really nailed the form of the list, where each...You really nailed the form of the list, where each sucessive thing builds on the next. It is like a chain. From the mother tongue - to tongue - to morning - to morning light - to... That is the skill in pulling these off, especially with spoken word. Linking thought to thought.<br /><br />I like how you switch it up doing related lists in the verses too.<br /><br />This starts solid with forgetting the mother tongue - its like forgetting our heritage. Or mother nature's tongue. I like how you wrap back to the beginning in the end as well.<br /><br />The sizes stanza is probably my fav, as the baby foot is endearing as is laying in the palm of a trees hand.<br /><br />Solid piece Grace.Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09037544390731217891noreply@blogger.com