tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post6498167919758352282..comments2024-03-04T15:47:04.422-07:00Comments on Somethings I Think About-Annell: June 26, 2016 Sunday's Whirligig/A Single Dandelion -- Poets United Poets Pantry--The Suday Whirl: Wordle #257/ Medicine for Broken Heartannell4http://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-33121020128249263562016-06-26T22:07:48.460-06:002016-06-26T22:07:48.460-06:00both the poems so profoundly connected with the th... both the poems so profoundly connected with the theme of 'emptiness'...beautiful and rich imagery in both...Sumana Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333363799083094084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-83262123158563082962016-06-26T20:26:35.744-06:002016-06-26T20:26:35.744-06:00"the buffet rearranged with each new wave &qu..."the buffet rearranged with each new wave "---this is such a unique and original way of describing this. I love it!C.C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16393100446679896378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-27229279322620499742016-06-26T20:04:36.064-06:002016-06-26T20:04:36.064-06:00Love that single dandelion, sturdy and independent...Love that single dandelion, sturdy and independent. Alone, but not lonely, accepting what the sea brings and offers to her. Medicine for a broken heart. Only time passing, and life renewing itself might heal, but one has to wonder if a broken heart can really ever be whole again,<br /><br />ElizabethAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-69615833069376325142016-06-26T20:03:02.710-06:002016-06-26T20:03:02.710-06:00Love is never wasted and the sea will tell you tha...Love is never wasted and the sea will tell you that as you walk along the shore and the flowers will nod and smile at you as you walk in the wild places to confirm it.Old Egghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14727444489103758018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-39949178547799255682016-06-26T14:36:13.824-06:002016-06-26T14:36:13.824-06:00Oh this is so touching.. so heartfelt... big hugsOh this is so touching.. so heartfelt... big hugsSanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-43067641048374928352016-06-26T12:35:53.907-06:002016-06-26T12:35:53.907-06:00I pictured blowing dandelions - time blown away.. ...I pictured blowing dandelions - time blown away.. Lifting in the air..passing into the water..a universal pattern but then so vividly we are drawn into the rocks that life delivers to us - that cold stethoscope - so very stark..oddly however the Frost quote seems to soothe..yellow like buttercups..and eternal loveJae Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509244123008832611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-37671252495937165212016-06-26T11:53:14.018-06:002016-06-26T11:53:14.018-06:00Your writing is both poignant and wise, Annell! I...Your writing is both poignant and wise, Annell! I DO feel the sadness in the words.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-59668390198957575892016-06-26T11:49:24.454-06:002016-06-26T11:49:24.454-06:00Two powerful writes, my friend. Love the descripti...Two powerful writes, my friend. Love the descriptions in your first poem, and can feel the heartache in the second. I especially like "the tears return like diamonds...."Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-89566496311942849402016-06-26T10:24:59.781-06:002016-06-26T10:24:59.781-06:00Oh that separation in the yellow woods... the sad ...Oh that separation in the yellow woods... the sad thing we don't notice until afterwards roads are separated... wonderfulbrudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-20246701562310577492016-06-26T09:40:41.944-06:002016-06-26T09:40:41.944-06:00There is a deep longing I feel in this poem...but ...There is a deep longing I feel in this poem...but even a hope that with each wave the buffet changes and maybe that single dandelion is a rare treat to be treasured!Donna@LivingFromHappinesshttp://www.livingfromhappiness.comnoreply@blogger.com