tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post7835044509951739990..comments2024-03-27T22:12:01.201-04:00Comments on everyday amazing: The windows of our memoriesGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-15159703070562674342017-07-31T11:51:04.303-04:002017-07-31T11:51:04.303-04:00The content of your blog is exactly what I needed,...The content of your blog is exactly what I needed, I like your blog, I sincerely hope that your blog a rapid increase in traffic density, which help promote your blog and we hope that your blog is being updated.Sok Sarethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15373712078360375074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-64388950049532145962017-07-24T19:01:07.105-04:002017-07-24T19:01:07.105-04:00An incredible piece of writing. Its got it all ~ ...An incredible piece of writing. Its got it all ~ sigh ~ you've incorporated absolutely everything required to carry your readers up-up-and-away on words. WONDER-FULL!!! Wendy Bourkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09475940407969993348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-52887276613874966862017-07-20T02:51:50.349-04:002017-07-20T02:51:50.349-04:00to catch the light, we brush
with watercolors in o...to catch the light, we brush<br />with watercolors in our eyes.....loved these lines so much...and the poem....beautiful..nostalgic!!<br />Sreejahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01395234979504881964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-65994709468916411072017-07-20T01:58:52.068-04:002017-07-20T01:58:52.068-04:00Sadness to my this but also fond memories. Loved t...Sadness to my this but also fond memories. Loved the lines: "to catch the light, we brush<br />with watercolors in our eyeMandibelle16https://www.blogger.com/profile/13560087719498316954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-64988643923810789472017-07-19T23:02:33.805-04:002017-07-19T23:02:33.805-04:00Your poem appeals to all of the senses. :-)
~Imel...Your poem appeals to all of the senses. :-)<br /><br />~ImeldaImeldahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18171383510208182346noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-32259948509634578082017-07-19T18:40:03.978-04:002017-07-19T18:40:03.978-04:00A beautiful poem. When I got to the last line, I w...A beautiful poem. When I got to the last line, I was reminded of those who are robbed of the window (Alzheimer's). So enjoy while we can.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-33234849231657845572017-07-19T17:27:47.031-04:002017-07-19T17:27:47.031-04:00A beautiful write Grace, I especially love 'as...A beautiful write Grace, I especially love 'as sun finally dips beyond lake, all our windows opening to catch the light, we brush with watercolors in our eyes'Xeniahttp://www.whippetwisdom.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-24389888943315815192017-07-19T13:59:10.340-04:002017-07-19T13:59:10.340-04:00I love the sound of church bells and miss it; our ...I love the sound of church bells and miss it; our local church no longer rings its bell. I particularly love:<br />'the long day shifts';<br />'all our windows opening<br />to catch the light, we brush<br />with watercolors in our eyes'<br />which convey the atmosphere and tiem of day so well.<br />My favourite lines:<br />'i sometimes wonder when<br />dusk comes, and moon is still-born<br />if your windows are still <br />opening and listening'. Kim M. Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668459794787447606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-4215004212485181182017-07-19T10:14:29.325-04:002017-07-19T10:14:29.325-04:00Wonderful images, Grace. "... we wash with w...Wonderful images, Grace. "... we wash with watercolor in our eyes...". Beautiful!Sarah Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06548593069470592148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-26217690838597409502017-07-19T09:43:31.058-04:002017-07-19T09:43:31.058-04:00As in many truly remarkable poems, your first line...As in many truly remarkable poems, your first line leaves no clue as to where this is going. The subtle shift from "we" to "I" and "you" make this a journey; a voyage has taken place, a parting.Charleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08662221501459533188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-58077762532276882182017-07-19T09:14:14.954-04:002017-07-19T09:14:14.954-04:00Window to the world can be open 24/7 even when phy...Window to the world can be open 24/7 even when physically closed away at ones bay.Pat Hatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745293224202430152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-54364528781666195182017-07-19T08:39:59.114-04:002017-07-19T08:39:59.114-04:00A beautiful poem Grace..it cascades like memoriesA beautiful poem Grace..it cascades like memoriesCedarwindhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18038049847097780128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-15955495001361805882017-07-19T05:20:06.621-04:002017-07-19T05:20:06.621-04:00Those last lines are a long sigh after the tumble ...Those last lines are a long sigh after the tumble of images that precede. Beautiful.Jane Doughertyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14700193165487305298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-31710034738915202562017-07-19T03:09:45.873-04:002017-07-19T03:09:45.873-04:00Your lines are a treat to read Grace, always. Abso...Your lines are a treat to read Grace, always. Absolutely mesmerized by 'bowstring of hues' and 'still-born moon'...Sumana Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333363799083094084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-5057945975010726722017-07-18T21:39:02.117-04:002017-07-18T21:39:02.117-04:00Oh Grace...such a gorgeous resplendent poem. Sadn...Oh Grace...such a gorgeous resplendent poem. Sadness at leaving childhood behind but looking to the future. So many phrases in this I love...watercolors in our eyes, still-born moon, I was in this poem with you.tonispencerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04200564195675794747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-24427685497877603332017-07-18T20:45:50.660-04:002017-07-18T20:45:50.660-04:00Bowstring of hues - you have painted with that sam...Bowstring of hues - you have painted with that same watercolor brush and it is a masterpiece!Jillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14971432705586726610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-30161671342668095032017-07-18T20:33:58.819-04:002017-07-18T20:33:58.819-04:00What a beautiful poem, Grace. I love the wondering...What a beautiful poem, Grace. I love the wondering.......and especially loved "to catch the light, we brush<br />with watercolors in our eyes".Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-4286600118771851372017-07-18T19:55:12.539-04:002017-07-18T19:55:12.539-04:00The image of the 'still-born moon' has a m...The image of the 'still-born moon' has a melancholic ring...as if the reason for the final whimsical reflection may be comnnected to some whispered event...Lovely...Gemma Wisemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17466540188839321484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-20804479667916321502017-07-18T18:59:29.874-04:002017-07-18T18:59:29.874-04:00Grace, I have to dub you "Queen of Descriptio...Grace, I have to dub you "Queen of Description and Imagery." I can lose myself in the places you take us to. Really love "watercolors in our eyes."Victoriahttp://liv2write2day.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-28587514474189667562017-07-18T18:40:30.724-04:002017-07-18T18:40:30.724-04:00You are such a superb poet-intimidating, fascinati...You are such a superb poet-intimidating, fascinating--makes me feel like an old story teller, writing in prose, playing with line breaks & syllables. I love the line /bowstring of hues/.Glenn Buttkushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10680725814199700692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-49631048899601571032017-07-18T18:29:33.419-04:002017-07-18T18:29:33.419-04:00I liked the phrase "we brush
with watercolors...I liked the phrase "we brush<br />with watercolors in our eyes". Nice view from the balcony.Frank Hubenyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18058591172624203875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-13542524627494495362017-07-18T18:27:23.856-04:002017-07-18T18:27:23.856-04:00Ohhhhh....if you could hear the audible sigh just ...Ohhhhh....if you could hear the audible sigh just uttered at the ending of your words. This is stunning. The last five stanzas (no one can be a favorite) are superb....I listen, I feel, I am IN these lines. Beautifullly writ. Thank you so much for this glorious response to the prompt!lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12664830773553716989noreply@blogger.com