tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post6432106194095211326..comments2024-03-04T15:47:04.422-07:00Comments on Somethings I Think About-Annell: THE FIRES OF SUMMER - The Sunday Whirl / WORDS OF AN ARTIST - Sunday's Whirligig / Poets United Poets Pantryannell4http://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-38484971868493335092017-08-03T18:34:44.731-06:002017-08-03T18:34:44.731-06:00Awesome blog, i always enjoy & read the post y...<br />Awesome blog, i always enjoy & read the post you are sharing!<br />Thank for your very good article...! <br /><br /><a href="https://khao-football.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">ลาลีกา</a>Sok Sarethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15373712078360375074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-59143727577718810382017-07-20T05:15:08.737-06:002017-07-20T05:15:08.737-06:00masks are meant to obscure
like ...masks are meant to obscure <br />like words without meaning<br /><br />Often used to good effect in creating some form of diversion of strategies!<br /><br />Hankkaykualahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-21078884175178143842017-07-17T09:54:26.612-06:002017-07-17T09:54:26.612-06:00The poet and painter are like shaman travelers of ...The poet and painter are like shaman travelers of the inner world. A whirl of a read for sure.colleenhttp://looseleafnotes.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-69596897267382812132017-07-17T09:25:23.420-06:002017-07-17T09:25:23.420-06:00What a pairing--words of a poet and of an artist! ...What a pairing--words of a poet and of an artist! I hope the poet will stay and witness the fires in person and words. I hope the art keeps on speaking and the birds and the artist and the wife, too. Interestingly, the next midweek motif is MASKS.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-84256328239982673402017-07-16T20:26:36.784-06:002017-07-16T20:26:36.784-06:00How beautifully introspective both poems were. How...How beautifully introspective both poems were. How fitting that both artist and poet were portrayed to play their part in the writing which you do and I particularly like the way the crow talks to you; hopefully to give you inspiration. Old Egghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14727444489103758018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-15921258126788288272017-07-16T18:46:56.525-06:002017-07-16T18:46:56.525-06:00Writing, painting...escape tunnels, aren't the...Writing, painting...escape tunnels, aren't they. Love your poetryAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05088944123595868347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-53790837284375155712017-07-16T18:44:25.564-06:002017-07-16T18:44:25.564-06:00Two fascinating pieces - each of them from differe...Two fascinating pieces - each of them from different perceptions - but both of them, compellingly perceptive. The second one, in particular,I found quite mesmerizing. I think I spotted an extended metaphor swirling in those colors - brilliantly rendered. Wendy Bourkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09475940407969993348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-56477079224531010762017-07-16T17:04:13.419-06:002017-07-16T17:04:13.419-06:00Ah, the fires of summer seem to get worse every ye...Ah, the fires of summer seem to get worse every year. If ONLY we would begin to listen...Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-88951657539240445252017-07-16T16:41:44.489-06:002017-07-16T16:41:44.489-06:00These are my favorites:
"i am a monk ...These are my favorites:<br /><br />"i am a monk in my cell stirring paint carefully"<br /><br />"at the end of the day covered in paint i step into my bath<br /><br />the water takes on the colors of the rainbow red, blue, yellow <br /><br />purple orange and green the water looks like fire licking the edges"<br /><br />"we travel together in dreams"✿https://www.blogger.com/profile/01044032159371976375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-53008315496751254892017-07-16T15:33:13.195-06:002017-07-16T15:33:13.195-06:00Another wonderful visit, reading your work.
ZQAnother wonderful visit, reading your work.<br />ZQZQhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08521836993023109556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-528888858898067292017-07-16T15:07:32.197-06:002017-07-16T15:07:32.197-06:00The wildfires should be a warning shouldn't th...The wildfires should be a warning shouldn't they (or should have been a long time ago)brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-73102547565789132022017-07-16T14:20:56.121-06:002017-07-16T14:20:56.121-06:00This is my new favourite from you, Annell ❤️This is my new favourite from you, Annell ❤️Sanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-44967870425503920752017-07-16T13:21:01.179-06:002017-07-16T13:21:01.179-06:00Luv the way Wife emerges after the paint has been ...Luv the way Wife emerges after the paint has been washed away. Magnificent piece of writing Annell <br />Happy you dropped by my Sunday Standard today <br /><br />Much love... Gillena Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09830061733849775594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-15408945052485902692017-07-16T12:32:03.701-06:002017-07-16T12:32:03.701-06:00My I love the pictures you paint with words....I l...My I love the pictures you paint with words....I loved both but oh the first one seduced me as I read it over and over....it was the first line that drew me in and kept me hostage.Donna@LivingFromHappinesshttp://www.livingfromhappiness.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-35218184424110912522017-07-16T10:07:05.449-06:002017-07-16T10:07:05.449-06:00We all wear masks, play roles, and you dance throu...We all wear masks, play roles, and you dance through them with ease and a very light foot. Clapping,<br /><br />ElizabethAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-62518753647314604832017-07-16T09:20:00.154-06:002017-07-16T09:20:00.154-06:00Wonderful, Annell. The fires of summer are burning...Wonderful, Annell. The fires of summer are burning here, too,whole towns being evacuated, lots os loss of life for domestic and wild animals. Horrible. In your second poem, i love the switch from artist to wife at day's end.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-23985229233004542342017-07-16T09:12:35.711-06:002017-07-16T09:12:35.711-06:00Wonderful scenes.. the masquerade of poet, as wife...Wonderful scenes.. the masquerade of poet, as wife.. true life!Thotpurgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09729170517164200003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-43768212765006645392017-07-16T09:07:07.036-06:002017-07-16T09:07:07.036-06:00Nice canvases, both. "he feels his skin is no...Nice canvases, both. "he feels his skin is no longer his own"...My favorite line from the first one.<br />Sumana Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333363799083094084noreply@blogger.com