tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post4624408579546828214..comments2024-03-27T22:12:01.201-04:00Comments on everyday amazing: the beats of the cityGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-25744008910461631512022-10-06T11:50:29.002-04:002022-10-06T11:50:29.002-04:00In any city, there are sights that reveal the unde...In any city, there are sights that reveal the underbelly that many choose to ignore, until they encroach on favorite or cherished area, as though the encroachment should exist anywhere. We cannot turn a blind eye to any of it.Ken / rivrvlogrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05675443009367133096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-34220702703002286042022-10-06T05:09:32.294-04:002022-10-06T05:09:32.294-04:00Nice Post
ThanksNice Post<br /><a href="https://www.rehobothorganicfarms.com/supernapier" rel="nofollow">Thanks</a>Rehobothhttps://www.rehobothorganicfarms.com/supernapiernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-42763732189679880982022-10-06T05:05:36.089-04:002022-10-06T05:05:36.089-04:00The sick & the mad find places to congregate -...The sick & the mad find places to congregate -- in old Ireland there was the glade called Ben Bolcain where the mad gathered every year (delicious watercress, it was said) -- most cities have those avenues (in Chicago, I once got of the bus in the wrong neighborhood and it was block after block of abandoned buildings filled with drunks). The beats gloried in those places as haunts of freedom, but it's not the drug of choice for most poets any more. Sad places the could be greatly healed by open country spaces ...Brendanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01731074246845880620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-81067889739891933482022-10-06T04:38:16.064-04:002022-10-06T04:38:16.064-04:00Such an honest yet loving look at your city, Grace...Such an honest yet loving look at your city, Grace. It sure is the entry point for many Indians. I loved your final stanza...star gazing definitely softens the edges of despair and drudgery. paeansunpluggedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15076601569836498915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-68992082540768686252022-10-05T13:12:55.753-04:002022-10-05T13:12:55.753-04:00The contrast between bright lights of city life an...The contrast between bright lights of city life and its dark underside is startling...reminiscent of city i grew up in!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-19148653330199765982022-10-05T12:16:52.547-04:002022-10-05T12:16:52.547-04:00Great write, Grace ... captured by the magic of th...Great write, Grace ... captured by the magic of the last stanza.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-522097878963466792022-10-05T07:12:25.845-04:002022-10-05T07:12:25.845-04:00I love how you brought the city to life. I read it...I love how you brought the city to life. I read it as a metaphor for living itself. Beautiful and rich.Nitinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07479629316086049282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-36839025791881027092022-10-05T02:11:42.421-04:002022-10-05T02:11:42.421-04:00your final line touched me. you show us the dupli...your final line touched me. you show us the duplicity of every city on the planet with this poem. rogblog666https://www.blogger.com/profile/08561977810064844467noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-23839874001484054872022-10-05T00:03:51.271-04:002022-10-05T00:03:51.271-04:00entry port to death bed. i love the honesty of thi...entry port to death bed. i love the honesty of this piece, Grace, and the reassuring final line.A Reading Writerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12229414372642627877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-17943446420587666712022-10-04T21:21:05.179-04:002022-10-04T21:21:05.179-04:00I really like how you used your metaphor of the ch...I really like how you used your metaphor of the chameleon. It really worked: the city ever changing its colors and patterns.Maria L. Berghttps://experiencewriting.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-30089088261964900672022-10-04T21:09:38.046-04:002022-10-04T21:09:38.046-04:00They actually have shelters & food banks to go...They actually have shelters & food banks to go to, & other resources which are open during winters. But some are addicted to drugs & the bottle sadly. You cannot save those who don't want to help themselves. Thanks for your thoughtful comments.Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-36765343626801214162022-10-04T17:09:27.790-04:002022-10-04T17:09:27.790-04:00The last time I was in Toronto, i was distressed t...The last time I was in Toronto, i was distressed to see so many homeless, and so many YOUNG homeless. I wondered how they ever survive. Fireblossomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-28111567420008157362022-10-04T16:23:21.871-04:002022-10-04T16:23:21.871-04:00How strange, Grace, we wrote very similar poems wi...How strange, Grace, we wrote very similar poems with very similar endings. I like the rhythm of yours, and the to and fro with negative and positive.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-78991407313565704772022-10-04T16:16:00.128-04:002022-10-04T16:16:00.128-04:00The beats of this chameleon city make a strong imp...The beats of this chameleon city make a strong impression, Grace! I could picture the shiny buildings and the noisy tourist buses, the October night, ‘artsy, soulful with balloons & stage lights’, and the pristine snow. I especially love the phrase ‘blue-draped by Lake Ontario’ and the idea of the city becoming a boat and riding its sails.Kim M. Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668459794787447606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-64479124372213795132022-10-04T15:19:09.605-04:002022-10-04T15:19:09.605-04:00an upbeat beat poem especially at the end there wi...an upbeat beat poem especially at the end there with your amazing metaphor for the city, laden with pieces from the world <br />and also:<br />"to the hopefuls-<br /><br />this city is filled with second & third chances-<br /><br />there is redemption "Laura Bloomsburyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00904500767566869311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-17660272157014946562022-10-04T15:09:49.004-04:002022-10-04T15:09:49.004-04:00I can tell you love your city... even if it has it...I can tell you love your city... even if it has its dark place you really took me there with all the beauty of variations. brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-65207814535849881582022-10-04T15:08:29.377-04:002022-10-04T15:08:29.377-04:00This is exquisitely drawn, Grace! You give voice a...This is exquisitely drawn, Grace! You give voice and bring out many layered dimensions of the city which are felt by everyone. I especially resonate with; "this city becomes a boat laden with coats, blankets, music sheets, silk & spices from all over the world- you ride along its sail & draw & redraw your own map,"... sigh.. I would love to visit one day. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt! 💘💘Sanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.com