tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post9112847914931253736..comments2024-03-04T15:47:04.422-07:00Comments on Somethings I Think About-Annell: May 29, 2016 The Sunday Whirl #Wordle #253/The Unthinkable Becomes the Norm -- Sunday's Whirl #61 Sunday's Whirligig/ Yesteday-- Poets Unitedannell4http://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-66093579090126309012016-05-30T17:56:13.591-06:002016-05-30T17:56:13.591-06:00Poignant---there is no happy ending--I know too ma...Poignant---there is no happy ending--I know too many of these boys shot and killed--so your piece really touched me today--Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-75418164235132849092016-05-29T22:06:29.110-06:002016-05-29T22:06:29.110-06:00the boy shot by the police and the poignant note a...the boy shot by the police and the poignant note amazingly unites the two pieces into one whole...Sumana Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333363799083094084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-61550248872093857702016-05-29T20:14:45.952-06:002016-05-29T20:14:45.952-06:00The memories, the hardship, the folded yesterdays ...The memories, the hardship, the folded yesterdays and the unthinkable that has become the norm... you bring reality to your poems in your unique style. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-5349177477772118712016-05-29T18:12:21.644-06:002016-05-29T18:12:21.644-06:00Your poems get deeper with each writing. When we a...Your poems get deeper with each writing. When we accept something as the 'norm', we legitimize it. And no, we can't go home, because we are changed by the living between then and now. Both of these poems have a sadness to them, one that is hard to escape,<br /><br />ElizabethAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-57283687149330618052016-05-29T17:22:23.095-06:002016-05-29T17:22:23.095-06:00Yes, it is sad when the unthinkable becomes the no...Yes, it is sad when the unthinkable becomes the norm. I feel this is a comment on American politics right now. We are becoming anesthetized to civility...anything goes, it seems. So sad.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-64720341984375446452016-05-29T12:58:12.326-06:002016-05-29T12:58:12.326-06:00Both deep and telling poems of the days we live an...Both deep and telling poems of the days we live and the things that are so easily passed off as just another day in our lives.ScottlBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09147326078011352857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-13649515416504943832016-05-29T10:30:14.980-06:002016-05-29T10:30:14.980-06:00Love both the poems Annell, beautiful both in word...Love both the poems Annell, beautiful both in words and image :)<br /><br />Lots of love,<br />SanaaSanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-12378736882282284672016-05-29T10:28:10.739-06:002016-05-29T10:28:10.739-06:00You always leave me breathless and overflowing wit...You always leave me breathless and overflowing with emotion....the first is such punch in the face....how lucky some of us are, and blind to the plight of others. The the second one brought memories flooding back....deep emotions pouring out here too!<br /><br />'as i grow older<br />so much i cast off <br />yet there is a pact with childhood <br /> the bags i packed so long ago<br /><br />filled with yesterdays <br />folded neatly <br />memories of picnics on the beach<br /><br />a boy i loved <br />marshmallows and hotdogs <br /> roasted over an open fire<br /><br />laughter <br />the safety of family <br />memories come flooding back'Donna@LivingFromHappinesshttp://www.livingfromhappiness.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-39221164604359394972016-05-29T10:25:56.659-06:002016-05-29T10:25:56.659-06:00"There is no happy ending here." You hav..."There is no happy ending here." You have captured that injustice so well, Annell, one child shot because he was where he was, the other safe, privileged. In your second poem, "there is nothing left of home" is so poignant. When I travel back to my childhood town, I make the circuit, some of the houses are still standing, some are gone, other buildings standing in their place. I love the childhood memories, "the bags I packed so long ago filled with memories." Just beautiful, my friend. I love that you and the mountain bless each other every morning.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-17459755680209036212016-05-29T10:19:19.719-06:002016-05-29T10:19:19.719-06:00A very wonderful piece, each line as delightful as...A very wonderful piece, each line as delightful as the last.Blogorattihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12821621371176285384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-7316426274923163312016-05-29T10:15:30.651-06:002016-05-29T10:15:30.651-06:00Those memories are strongest when nature tells you...Those memories are strongest when nature tells you so, to me it's scent of lilacs, that pulls me back, or the songs of blackbirds. When I lived in the desert I felt a similarity to the sea in the big open sky.... maybe there is part of you that still feels the same.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-8644011400560703242016-05-29T09:24:48.106-06:002016-05-29T09:24:48.106-06:00Perhaps we can go back in our mind? Perhaps that i...Perhaps we can go back in our mind? Perhaps that is the best way as the physical can often not be as we remember? As Rosemary says two tender pieces..each different but connected..as ever like your painting it feels..like marking a route map of each and every day and the sacred things we can find in it - if we lookJae Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509244123008832611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-8680700168010131862016-05-29T09:12:41.698-06:002016-05-29T09:12:41.698-06:00Each is poignant, in a very different way from the...Each is poignant, in a very different way from the other.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.com