tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post6381283550286646346..comments2024-03-04T15:47:04.422-07:00Comments on Somethings I Think About-Annell: September 1, 2016 Poets United/Conquestannell4http://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-48959826227020450742016-09-04T17:38:17.339-06:002016-09-04T17:38:17.339-06:00I love it!I love it!ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-86583213964586495872016-09-04T12:52:58.934-06:002016-09-04T12:52:58.934-06:00Those metal buttons feel cold against the butterfl...Those metal buttons feel cold against the butterfly wings.. I suppose it is hard to keep a butterfly in our hands. I wonder if that is conquest or release..Jae Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509244123008832611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-54820631191282050742016-09-02T10:59:34.525-06:002016-09-02T10:59:34.525-06:00you open your hand the butterfly takes flight ...you open your hand the butterfly takes flight your hand remains empty<br />..love thatAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-28581997657514114882016-09-01T11:40:06.565-06:002016-09-01T11:40:06.565-06:00Perfect questions! And the empty hands along with...Perfect questions! And the empty hands along with the medal-laden chest makes the empty lonely cold echo.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-31237086046665932732016-09-01T09:25:27.298-06:002016-09-01T09:25:27.298-06:00"you are alone" seems to be the prize of..."you are alone" seems to be the prize of conquests...so many nice images here...Sumana Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333363799083094084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-48468365205809548382016-09-01T08:20:48.136-06:002016-09-01T08:20:48.136-06:00You have drawn the mood in this poem to perfection...You have drawn the mood in this poem to perfection. The image of the butterfly being released, the empty hand remaining, the cold coming under the door...winter coming early......A gorgeous poem, Annell. One of my faves.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.com