tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post3182165936331213588..comments2024-03-04T15:47:04.422-07:00Comments on Somethings I Think About-Annell: The Sunday Whirl / Sun Shiny Summer Morn -- Sunday's Whirligig/The Silence of Morning -- Poets United Poets Pantry #268annell4http://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-88609072414638756292015-09-07T05:41:01.928-06:002015-09-07T05:41:01.928-06:00Two beautiful and powerful poems...the loss is so ...Two beautiful and powerful poems...the loss is so very clear and yet the bravery of carrying on..being able to see the sun and take each day is it comes sings through..the last line of your second poem is so very astute...maybe 'me' is better than any stereotype?Jae Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509244123008832611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-13730775148135609422015-09-07T05:01:25.426-06:002015-09-07T05:01:25.426-06:00"I remain on the bridge between life an..."I remain on the bridge between life and death i am waiting"...loneliness becomes so poignant here...both poems are very well written...Sumana Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333363799083094084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-24173452150687897382015-09-06T22:47:49.726-06:002015-09-06T22:47:49.726-06:00Oh that image of the cat with her kitten,, you hav...Oh that image of the cat with her kitten,, you have a way of describe loss.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-65969409692418556012015-09-06T19:16:28.582-06:002015-09-06T19:16:28.582-06:00Two beautiful poems. The mother holding on to her ...Two beautiful poems. The mother holding on to her son.......love the reference to waiting like the French Lieutenant's Woman.........the butterflies and the "sweet songs of the heart".Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-72090528444637085582015-09-06T18:55:34.111-06:002015-09-06T18:55:34.111-06:00The loneliness of sorrow, wishing that like Orpheu...The loneliness of sorrow, wishing that like Orpheus you could rescue your own Eurydice from Hades. Old Egghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14727444489103758018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-79416164729870210262015-09-06T15:35:01.391-06:002015-09-06T15:35:01.391-06:00Loved the first poem and its delicate exploration ...Loved the first poem and its delicate exploration of relationship between child and mother, especially when the child doesn't outlive her. The second poem however, took my breath away with its gritty reality. Brava my friend,<br /><br />ElizabethAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-77041263472542954072015-09-06T13:46:53.501-06:002015-09-06T13:46:53.501-06:00Both poems are right on target...well thought out ...Both poems are right on target...well thought out and executed.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-87578047600874558912015-09-06T12:44:23.559-06:002015-09-06T12:44:23.559-06:00Loved both the poems.. such a delicate & endea...Loved both the poems.. such a delicate & endearing feel to them. <br />Beautifully penned :)<br /><br />Lots of love,<br />SanaaSanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-21246978077359064192015-09-06T08:46:39.121-06:002015-09-06T08:46:39.121-06:00Us ants crawling in mounds
constructing we.. AStro...Us ants crawling in mounds<br />constructing we.. AStronauts<br />travelinG far.. coming<br />back.. an orb of eYe<br />blue and green<br />once beautiful<br />and free..<br />a cancer of<br />human culture<br />spreads upon the<br />skEyE.. eating IT<br />away carelessly<br />selfishly greedily<br />taking more<br />than giving<br />back..<br />pieces of<br />puzzle seem<br />so small <br />disconnecting<br />close<br />for tapestry<br />whOle<br />liVes in<br />disGust<br />from<br />wInds<br />aFar..<br />eYes of stars<br />lookinG below to eyeS<br />of stars humans<br />looKing above..<br />spiRit deep within<br />is saMe as stars aBove..<br />oNly when we see<br />wITh stars of<br />ONE..<br />WiLL we heal<br />the earth<br />before<br />stars of<br />us alone..<br />destroy<br />US dead<br />alive..<br />Stars above<br />stars below<br />Uni-Verse<br />i's LivE<br />ALLONe..:)Katie Mia Frederickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01336627766755378406noreply@blogger.com