tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post5160498828124390820..comments2024-03-28T17:30:09.028-04:00Comments on everyday amazing: The ImmigrantGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-64036132900288148372015-07-13T02:03:47.659-04:002015-07-13T02:03:47.659-04:00... Immigrants are sitting between 2 chairs for th...... Immigrants are sitting between 2 chairs for the rest of their lives ... they cry, because they know they will never belong again ... but they smile, when they see their kids ... belong ... I know ... smiles ... Love, cat.^.^https://www.blogger.com/profile/17422876955246850636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-35873723276238855432013-06-13T05:48:19.924-04:002013-06-13T05:48:19.924-04:00Late to your show, Grace, but so glad I came. This...Late to your show, Grace, but so glad I came. This is really powerful. Here in the UK it is not just recent immigrants who feel like this; for many people this is where they exist, but it is not their home, not a place to really live, just a place to endure the daily grind. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-49296176030493582452013-06-13T05:32:01.526-04:002013-06-13T05:32:01.526-04:00Powerful words Grace.
I often feel a sense of alie...Powerful words Grace.<br />I often feel a sense of alienation in my day-to-day living, as if I am reluctantly following anothers plan - and of course I am, we all do...<br />Love these words:-<br />"This city, we are learning<br /> to grow<br /> our tongues, <br /> hands & feet --<br /> To cast words<br /> like rice grains<br /> for our children --"<br />Anna :o]hyperCRYPTICalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11967085628384237933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-15613481713923886582013-06-13T01:40:44.694-04:002013-06-13T01:40:44.694-04:00a powerful return to words that should not languis...a powerful return to words that should not languishChris Lawrencehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12082462583986448559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-49834135946984368142013-06-12T23:08:09.456-04:002013-06-12T23:08:09.456-04:00such a flow of words and that too... so powerful.....such a flow of words and that too... so powerful...hats off to you...Sreejahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01395234979504881964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-34090539850954728932013-06-12T22:23:47.134-04:002013-06-12T22:23:47.134-04:00A strong and lovely poem, Grace. It must be very ...A strong and lovely poem, Grace. It must be very strange for some; others are able to fit into a close knit community but even for those, difficult. Thanks. k . (This is Karin/maniccdaily on blogger blog.) Outlawyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15698845661756444061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-22994534831392148472013-06-12T21:24:17.530-04:002013-06-12T21:24:17.530-04:00Powerful. Your words are like grit I wasn't ex...Powerful. Your words are like grit I wasn't expecting but I am at a loss for words here - truly amazing piece hereAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13646917707699645492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-12201928447495991042013-06-12T16:44:01.970-04:002013-06-12T16:44:01.970-04:00It has very much an 'outsider' sense to it...It has very much an 'outsider' sense to it.J Cosmo Newberyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04459976320205444628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-69160282651771173642013-06-12T15:28:40.129-04:002013-06-12T15:28:40.129-04:00That last verse stands all by itself.That last verse stands all by itself.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-14753471204580100162013-06-12T10:19:46.646-04:002013-06-12T10:19:46.646-04:00Grace, we all are simply visiting here. I like how...Grace, we all are simply visiting here. I like how progress with the poem and close it very strong.<br /><br />Pamela<br /><br />flauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-1887052680371725662013-06-12T08:23:12.087-04:002013-06-12T08:23:12.087-04:00Life really is perception...we all have our prism ...Life really is perception...we all have our prism in which to view things. I love how you lent a voice to the voiceless here...Optimistic Existentialisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11507986337866049924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-38233780061980509942013-06-12T06:41:42.984-04:002013-06-12T06:41:42.984-04:00Intense. Loved the third stanza - the Ziploc bags ...Intense. Loved the third stanza - the Ziploc bags - just wow. Very fresh approach, made me really feel like I was momentarily under their skin, seeing through their eyes. I felt I could relate to this, even though I've merely emigrated withib my own country. Thanks for the read!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06325724692596441614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-24808923656850400402013-06-12T06:17:48.899-04:002013-06-12T06:17:48.899-04:00Very intenseVery intenseAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01012743277899891860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-6073956852609884152013-06-12T05:04:32.660-04:002013-06-12T05:04:32.660-04:00so intense. i love the turn you give it at the end...so intense. i love the turn you give it at the end - reading through the poem, i got this unsettling feeling in my stomach... then i got to the last stanza, and... just awh. :)<br />the amber eyes...<br />so good!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-44774912301654390802013-06-12T04:25:18.400-04:002013-06-12T04:25:18.400-04:00..and neither ours Grace... we own nothing & n.....and neither ours Grace... we own nothing & noone for we are all immigrants in this tiny world where the only thing that counts big is our hopes & dreams... you do know what it feels to be there but feet sealed...can't walk barefoot in a land that never tastes like home... smiles... you scared me with the photo but i must say an excellent material to go with poetry... smiles...kelvin s.m.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02591849636814413110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-2867531478289889612013-06-12T01:06:06.066-04:002013-06-12T01:06:06.066-04:00The echoing of "this is not our..." thro...The echoing of "this is not our..." throughout this piece really magnifies the pain and longing of the immigrant. Well told Grace, and felt!Jennifer Wagnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04344877737695801883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-70360396367034644102013-06-11T23:09:57.728-04:002013-06-11T23:09:57.728-04:00It's definitely a perspective we should all ex...It's definitely a perspective we should all explore every now and then. This life is hard enough... I can't imagine what they must endure.Dana Dampierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00711570817935555856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-43704327218578023712013-06-11T22:52:30.989-04:002013-06-11T22:52:30.989-04:00We are all immigrants. But you have captured well...We are all immigrants. But you have captured well the terrible feeling of those unloved. No one should go unloved, unappreciated for together we make a whole world and separated we do not have a whole world. This is beautiful Grace.Liz Rice-Sosnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14705708193546909432noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-41749955716921448002013-06-11T22:50:10.630-04:002013-06-11T22:50:10.630-04:00Oh, I loved the ending...and the amber eyes...love...Oh, I loved the ending...and the amber eyes...loved it all, actually! :)TALONhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03205633556998220372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-5772504932164587862013-06-11T22:00:28.873-04:002013-06-11T22:00:28.873-04:00Ay! You captured that immigrant feeling. Our adop...Ay! You captured that immigrant feeling. Our adopted homelands are our homes now and yet there is something amiss. Sometimes, I want to or need to speak in the mother tongue but nobody will understand me. But for our children, where we are is their home even when there are distant chords telling them that they belong somewhere else too. :-)<br /><br />~ImeldaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-60908032440273316072013-06-11T21:51:30.499-04:002013-06-11T21:51:30.499-04:00Powerful write, how hard it must be to leave your ...Powerful write, how hard it must be to leave your own country and try to adapt to another... and often because there is no other choice. A real challenge to look at it from an immigrants perspective...nice write!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-4354704984313157852013-06-11T21:37:10.815-04:002013-06-11T21:37:10.815-04:00"Not our haven". They so seem to have a ..."Not our haven". They so seem to have a strong sense of community, something not all Americans have. I think it would be difficult to visit another country with a different language/culture let alone immigrate. I really like the reference at the end "like rice grains "Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-84863651506753885782013-06-11T20:52:44.035-04:002013-06-11T20:52:44.035-04:00Wow another poem that gives the heart a shake. &qu...Wow another poem that gives the heart a shake. "We eat, we work, we spend<br /> and put our aches in Ziploc bags." Very original and poignant. Bravo!DandKbloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11793990918526369852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-61069811745116281472013-06-11T20:34:05.997-04:002013-06-11T20:34:05.997-04:00"This street which squeezes"
my favorit..."This street which squeezes"<br /><br />my favorite line - encapsulates the sense of not fitting (in).<br /><br />Wonderful - happy 100, Grace ~ Mgrapelinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14929030339206629628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-15114956991436033982013-06-11T20:25:14.630-04:002013-06-11T20:25:14.630-04:00" The hours which consumes our day
in the w..." The hours which consumes our day<br /> in the work factory and stores,<br /> are not our lives."<br /><br />and why I feel so blessed to be no longer employed ;-)HisFireFlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10846956916583286916noreply@blogger.com