tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post136746899992872415..comments2024-03-28T17:30:09.028-04:00Comments on everyday amazing: I hear birdsongsGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-40454647949497096062018-04-02T14:09:40.669-04:002018-04-02T14:09:40.669-04:00Haunting and beautiful, Grace! :)Haunting and beautiful, Grace! :)Frank J. Tassonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11034177573832896440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-50493411242766102162018-04-02T13:43:58.920-04:002018-04-02T13:43:58.920-04:00The second stanza makes me sad. It's sad but b...<b>The second stanza</b> makes me sad. It's sad but beautiful.Blue Grumpsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03106493133778319165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-82856641317918534462018-04-02T07:59:37.777-04:002018-04-02T07:59:37.777-04:00Expecially like the changes in mood here....within...Expecially like the changes in mood here....within the first one, the last line takes me from morning thoughtfulness to a chuckle. And the second one is so very different....and paints such an image...that sadness of someone we love aging, and slowly leaving us.lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12664830773553716989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-15675526452391502932018-04-01T14:31:12.192-04:002018-04-01T14:31:12.192-04:00The second one is as it should be if "she&quo...The second one is as it should be if "she" is winter. i wonder if seasonal changes were introduced to show mankind what true slow agonizing death is?the walking manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10058913927297370740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-49935489652828370012018-03-31T11:45:50.258-04:002018-03-31T11:45:50.258-04:00I feel the surface of sadness and pain here as you...I feel the surface of sadness and pain here as you reveal a layer so gently.Mishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16298805958255695264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-28826352487310652912018-03-31T02:42:11.846-04:002018-03-31T02:42:11.846-04:00It sounds so sad and wistful. It sounds like end o...It sounds so sad and wistful. It sounds like end of days.Alison Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08215158863724691355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-8560975950673772122018-03-31T01:17:18.121-04:002018-03-31T01:17:18.121-04:00Her voice, faint as ghost's whisper
I wish she...Her voice, faint as ghost's whisper<br />I wish she sees sun-licked blooms<br />Outside room, waving at her<br /><br />Yes, the blooms can well inspire her from the gloom!<br /><br />Hank<br />kaykualahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-23396899766949251762018-03-30T23:14:15.910-04:002018-03-30T23:14:15.910-04:00Nice. I liked "sun-licked bloom" and the...Nice. I liked "sun-licked bloom" and the tone of both poems.D.Averyhttps://shiftnshake.wordpress.com/2018/03/30/tales-of-spring/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-2611577964120526892018-03-30T19:44:54.837-04:002018-03-30T19:44:54.837-04:00I get the sense of a bird that has lost her way.. ...I get the sense of a bird that has lost her way.. in actuality and figuratively. I like the tone of this...some loss, some hope, some despair......Vivian Zemshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09588008375525403964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-87948364374220040582018-03-30T13:26:43.367-04:002018-03-30T13:26:43.367-04:00Very lovely.Very lovely.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-60840678197182680752018-03-30T13:20:02.312-04:002018-03-30T13:20:02.312-04:00"Palest of white, misting eyes" evokes a..."Palest of white, misting eyes" evokes a beautiful, peaceful shade. We like to think vibrancy to celebrate spring, but this hue is also what I see, creating a dreamy pastel and nourishing moisture.Amayahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02214963251505201287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-89758891642416891342018-03-30T00:09:11.902-04:002018-03-30T00:09:11.902-04:00Sun-licked blooms! How wonderful!Sun-licked blooms! How wonderful!Nan Mykelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02443309674986975824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-46971756520295358502018-03-29T22:13:42.607-04:002018-03-29T22:13:42.607-04:00I love both of these...although maybe they are one...I love both of these...although maybe they are one poem. I wish I could take her some.Mary Hoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17528465484642169618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-65442741827543320712018-03-29T18:16:55.237-04:002018-03-29T18:16:55.237-04:00I love the pared to the bone image. Cut by pain. ...I love the pared to the bone image. Cut by pain. Diminished by age.judydykstrabrown.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14086573605647351785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-90331032382490366472018-03-29T17:28:08.189-04:002018-03-29T17:28:08.189-04:00That searching for spring, for hope--and I hope sh...That searching for spring, for hope--and I hope she sees it, too.Merril D. Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07208799388236948565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-3215998258025276372018-03-29T17:11:08.944-04:002018-03-29T17:11:08.944-04:00Traipsing through mud isn't grand, hopefully a...Traipsing through mud isn't grand, hopefully a little bloom is on the way.Pat Hatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745293224202430152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-80354726575010483662018-03-29T16:51:56.732-04:002018-03-29T16:51:56.732-04:00They are both opposites. I'm glad you let us ...They are both opposites. I'm glad you let us see the happy one first. The second is quite stark. You have heightened our anticipation. The second has more impact that wayWaltermarkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619428258264938946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-48491837503002235662018-03-29T16:31:21.034-04:002018-03-29T16:31:21.034-04:00Excellent designing of the form for full impact!Excellent designing of the form for full impact!Jillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14971432705586726610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-56528042911505265162018-03-29T16:08:25.879-04:002018-03-29T16:08:25.879-04:00In the first tanaga, there is a hint of fading str...In the first tanaga, there is a hint of fading strength in the grey clouds, misting eyes and the slow walk on greasy mud. The second stanza is such a stark portrait: 'pared to the bones' and her voice 'faint as ghost's whisper'. I do hope she got to see the flowers bloom, Grace.Kim M. Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668459794787447606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-9293119473634823732018-03-29T15:48:00.451-04:002018-03-29T15:48:00.451-04:00I can feel your urge to let fly with this one, Gra...I can feel your urge to let fly with this one, Grace and let the words out of their chains :)Jane Doughertyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14700193165487305298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-28513872665565045882018-03-29T15:07:10.837-04:002018-03-29T15:07:10.837-04:00I love the second one in particular... so hard whe...I love the second one in particular... so hard when you have aged to the point you can only watch the bloom from insidebrudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-10798289434653238362018-03-29T15:06:37.315-04:002018-03-29T15:06:37.315-04:00If she could see the blooms she might feel better....If she could see the blooms she might feel better. I like how they are waving at her.Frank Hubenyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18058591172624203875noreply@blogger.com