tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post5788205450951614862..comments2024-03-27T22:12:01.201-04:00Comments on everyday amazing: Murmurs in the crowdGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-33295522603535069942018-10-06T17:00:54.361-04:002018-10-06T17:00:54.361-04:00This is so exsquisite, Grace! Beautifully vulnerab...This is so exsquisite, Grace! Beautifully vulnerable and poignant!Frank J. Tassonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11034177573832896440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-42271300303025511902018-10-05T21:53:21.929-04:002018-10-05T21:53:21.929-04:00I commuted to work on the bus at my old job. You a...I commuted to work on the bus at my old job. You actually made me a bit nostalgic for it... just a bit though... <br /><br />Your haiku reads like a resigned sigh, bidding the day and the warmth farewell. <br /><br />I enjoyed reading this.The Bizzahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17797871556831556557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-67976229416336148342018-10-03T20:22:30.312-04:002018-10-03T20:22:30.312-04:00Oh how I recall those commuting days. Yet, there ...Oh how I recall those commuting days. Yet, there is a certain security and solidarity in it.purplepeninportland.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07842681508730093858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-30167919662864248642018-10-02T22:47:49.597-04:002018-10-02T22:47:49.597-04:00Strange how you can feel safety in numbers while t...Strange how you can feel safety in numbers while that would be a hint for me that something needs to change. But wow, to blend in completely to where you feel you and the others are reflecting one another -- I can honestly say I don't know what that kind of camouflage, that solidarity feels like. Maybe it's exhilarating. A complete dissolution of ego, much like dying and joining Spirit.Amayahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02214963251505201287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-56380771437089960512018-10-02T18:01:59.676-04:002018-10-02T18:01:59.676-04:00A beautiful reflection, Grace, on being part of th...A beautiful reflection, Grace, on being part of the crowd. Glenn mentioned my favorite line from the prose, but I really like the haiku, too. I like how it seems to be a scene from the moving train. Merril D. Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07208799388236948565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-71181961728439229742018-10-02T10:33:04.197-04:002018-10-02T10:33:04.197-04:00Really beautiful. Your descriptions are perfect.Really beautiful. Your descriptions are perfect.Linda Lee Lyberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669367010600000396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-70069567914611912782018-10-02T10:19:39.735-04:002018-10-02T10:19:39.735-04:00Another poem full of colour. You do this so well.Another poem full of colour. You do this so well.Jane Doughertyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14700193165487305298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-3537530022507409452018-10-02T09:48:24.144-04:002018-10-02T09:48:24.144-04:00On the upside, there is comfort
in the shared jou...On the upside, there is comfort <br />in the shared journey, even for <br />a short period of time.There <br />is safety in numbers<br /><br />That is what life is about. One gets into the rut but still feels safe in that many are in the same boat. <br /><br />Hankkaykualahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-67410890919510244482018-10-02T07:52:04.722-04:002018-10-02T07:52:04.722-04:00Oh you also made a commuting haibun. Doing this ev...Oh you also made a commuting haibun. Doing this everyday made me feel each word of this piece. That closing haiku is so apt.A Reading Writerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12229414372642627877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-44409864552031850482018-10-02T00:13:48.037-04:002018-10-02T00:13:48.037-04:00And this is why I fled the city. Too many people ...And this is why I fled the city. Too many people all breathing the same air. You describe the commute too well. I got a feeling of anxity just reading it. Well done!tonispencerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04200564195675794747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-8461205438407197122018-10-01T21:54:28.752-04:002018-10-01T21:54:28.752-04:00I love the idea of being part of a living organism...I love the idea of being part of a living organism... a city. Perhaps were are just leaves in the wind. But there are times when something calls for one to help the other and it happens. Dwight L. Rothhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07992133580674047782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-60855143727021738082018-10-01T17:41:04.802-04:002018-10-01T17:41:04.802-04:00 I like how finish with the crows - I have this pe... I like how finish with the crows - I have this personal belief that crows mock us - laugh at how seriously we talk ourselves. Lovely, well written piece.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13134589375016804713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-49320676965192865722018-10-01T17:23:18.222-04:002018-10-01T17:23:18.222-04:00The one in the many and yet all similar and differ...The one in the many and yet all similar and different it sure can be.Pat Hatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745293224202430152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-77946263871393373132018-10-01T16:11:26.873-04:002018-10-01T16:11:26.873-04:00You've captured the commute so well, Grace, wi...You've captured the commute so well, Grace, with the dance of the crowd, the reflected facial expression and the space one so carefully protects as an 'invisible distance'. I especially love the phrase 'a perspective of the other's heartbeat, a bigger world'. The prose is so well summed up in the sentence:We are all mirrors of each other, glazed by city dust. But I really enjoyed the third paragraph and its description of my favourite season - and the haiku, which is sublime. :)<br />Kim M. Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668459794787447606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-8877716548642363442018-10-01T16:02:52.779-04:002018-10-01T16:02:52.779-04:00Beautiful! and I especially like the feeling of th...Beautiful! and I especially like the feeling of the moving train remaining the same whilst the seasons change with rapidityLaura Bloombsuryhttps://poetrypix.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-40499136130055215052018-10-01T15:59:04.020-04:002018-10-01T15:59:04.020-04:00I like the balance of thought here - the pain and ...I like the balance of thought here - the pain and pleasure of being one of many. The final paragraph reminded me that in the long run it doesn't really matter - nature is so much bigger than we are. Just sit back and enjoy the ride. sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01756314170839177900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-10205862782141438632018-10-01T15:10:44.290-04:002018-10-01T15:10:44.290-04:00We are like those birds. They may wonder how we ar...We are like those birds. They may wonder how we are able to walk like that. Frank Hubenyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18058591172624203875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-66699445251104460132018-10-01T14:52:34.123-04:002018-10-01T14:52:34.123-04:00Oh I also saw myself as a commuter... but I have b...Oh I also saw myself as a commuter... but I have been in rebellion against the collective for a long time. Maybe I have never learned how to see myself in the mirror of others.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-79682984281696390022018-10-01T14:41:49.825-04:002018-10-01T14:41:49.825-04:00You had me with /we are all mirrors of each other,...You had me with /we are all mirrors of each other, glazed by city dust/. You often have used commuting as a subject, but this is one of your best. You are the reason that poets make good witnesses and war correspondents--you have such a strong sense of place and message.Glenn Buttkushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10680725814199700692noreply@blogger.com