tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post8319652539359196316..comments2024-03-04T15:47:04.422-07:00Comments on Somethings I Think About-Annell: THE ARTIST RETURNS/Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads -- FORGIVE MY SORROWS SILENTLY/https://claudetteellinger.wordpress.comannell4http://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-8766945683635581872018-04-14T20:21:22.915-06:002018-04-14T20:21:22.915-06:00Silently we live through our sorrows. It's so ...Silently we live through our sorrows. It's so true, Annell.<br />Nice write.<br /><br />Love,<br />PamelaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-2136770901128922452018-04-13T21:48:22.709-06:002018-04-13T21:48:22.709-06:00The narrator of the quote and your speaker get alo...The narrator of the quote and your speaker get along so well together, echo each other's song--while her art survives, the artist lives on. Magaly Guerrerohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-1143433097804678492018-04-13T21:44:35.541-06:002018-04-13T21:44:35.541-06:00I like this description of their memory as "I...I like this description of their memory as "In the magic of oil paint".Frank Hubenyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18058591172624203875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-72410087883279564192018-04-13T21:29:42.882-06:002018-04-13T21:29:42.882-06:00So many beautiful images in FORGIVE MY SORROWS SIL...So many beautiful images in FORGIVE MY SORROWS SILENTLY. And I love the way you've linked each stanza with the next through your use of the words SILENTLY or SILENT. <br />Mariannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17734900426632493796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-71473270933965428032018-04-13T19:55:58.871-06:002018-04-13T19:55:58.871-06:00to me, the stroke of genius in the first poem is t...to me, the stroke of genius in the first poem is the coolness of the air in the museum<br />it really takes me there<br />and "The sky a forever grey" is masterful<br />impressiveAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10357632947794824714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-9040966297975714192018-04-13T18:57:43.126-06:002018-04-13T18:57:43.126-06:00The deep thougthfull of your lines. I especially ...The deep thougthfull of your lines. I especially liked the invoiking of the spirits of the artists. I felt myself there, looking with eyes so wide open.tonispencerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04200564195675794747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-72529250545274147882018-04-13T18:32:58.059-06:002018-04-13T18:32:58.059-06:00These poems are so filled with emotion, and the wo...These poems are so filled with emotion, and the wonder of gazing into the artist's soul through his work.purplepeninportland.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07842681508730093858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-91276695964664351782018-04-13T17:15:07.063-06:002018-04-13T17:15:07.063-06:00I love the deep thoughtfulness in these.I love the deep thoughtfulness in these.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-2706408623016261022018-04-13T16:43:00.813-06:002018-04-13T16:43:00.813-06:00You describe feelings of being in the art gallery ...You describe feelings of being in the art gallery so well. I could feel myself there, and know I would wonder about the artists' spirits as well. I can relate to your ending as well.<br />" I whisper I know you through your work I hear your laughter Today you return Flesh and blood"Elleceenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-14676213819062627882018-04-13T16:37:41.371-06:002018-04-13T16:37:41.371-06:00I love that artists - and poets - will be remember...I love that artists - and poets - will be remembered through their work. In the second poem, i love most the description of the morning, and the quality of the light.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-71359965090125762472018-04-13T16:04:56.769-06:002018-04-13T16:04:56.769-06:00Yes i know the feeling staring in art galleries. I...Yes i know the feeling staring in art galleries. I remember on vacation in London visiting The Tate and was spellbound also at Madam Tussad's wax museum<br /><br />Much🌼loveGillena Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09830061733849775594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-25056199192254807112018-04-13T13:31:30.571-06:002018-04-13T13:31:30.571-06:00Beautiful Annell, both pieces. There is nothing to...Beautiful Annell, both pieces. There is nothing to forgive,<br /><br />Elizabeth<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-85004819606434943362018-04-13T12:28:06.391-06:002018-04-13T12:28:06.391-06:00"It is the light found in between in between ..."It is the light found in between in between heart beats in between breaths in between words no longer whispered".. this so beautifully evocative!💞<br /><br />Sanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-81496287857911974222018-04-13T12:17:47.037-06:002018-04-13T12:17:47.037-06:00Your poem is so immediate, Annell, like a painting...Your poem is so immediate, Annell, like a painting in the museum, I can picture is so clearly. 'The air is cold on my skin' makes it even more real. I love the way you invoke the ghosts of dead artists through their works, 'preserved / In the magic of oil paint'.<br />Kim M. Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668459794787447606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-39975360176209097002018-04-13T10:31:42.259-06:002018-04-13T10:31:42.259-06:00Art really does speak to you. I remember sitting n...Art really does speak to you. I remember sitting near a painting that moved me so much I stayed a long time there because I did not want to leave it. When I lived in London I use to visit the National Gallery often just to see a Titian which gave me a lot of comfort. I was lonely and I did not know anyone and it used to make me feel better.Cressida de Novahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08781684841036567770noreply@blogger.com