tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post6383977744996110249..comments2024-03-04T15:47:04.422-07:00Comments on Somethings I Think About-Annell: THE DREAM: JANUARY 7, 2018 Sunday's Whirligig, The Sunday Whirl, Poets United Poets Pantryannell4http://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-31931217735627838232018-01-08T11:32:03.455-07:002018-01-08T11:32:03.455-07:00I love this, especially the last lines. I suspect...I love this, especially the last lines. I suspect you found the wizard and it was within you all along. Myrna R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-29777768218387763342018-01-08T04:41:15.371-07:002018-01-08T04:41:15.371-07:00Small things, perhaps, but of great import.Small things, perhaps, but of great import.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-85708786092331813752018-01-07T18:33:56.998-07:002018-01-07T18:33:56.998-07:00I love what you've done here. It reads somewh...I love what you've done here. It reads somewhat like a dreamy stream of consciousness, though its a cascade of memories that connect in interesting and intriguing ways. Wendy Bourkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09475940407969993348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-14511744611306120832018-01-07T16:37:54.595-07:002018-01-07T16:37:54.595-07:00Of course it was worth it. One's mind is fille...Of course it was worth it. One's mind is filled with memories some always there others appearing ans shocking us that the brain had even stored that away from so many years ago. Despte the happy memories there is always the sadness involved too as loved ones have no gone and friends no longer in touch. Luckily Facebook has fixed that with a few and I love them all! Old Egghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14727444489103758018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-78673824256277148502018-01-07T15:55:31.764-07:002018-01-07T15:55:31.764-07:00Luv the nostalgia which the dream draws forth. Tel...Luv the nostalgia which the dream draws forth. Telling you not to let go of the path to the unknown<br /><br />Happy New Year<br /><br />Thank you for dropping by my Sunday Standard today [my first for the year]<br /><br />Much💖loveGillena Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09830061733849775594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-63976270077753418052018-01-07T13:58:49.932-07:002018-01-07T13:58:49.932-07:00I love the way you tell your story. Memories are b...I love the way you tell your story. Memories are bittersweet.<br />I have a similar nightmare to what Bjorn describes in his comment. I am at the airport boarding a plane, the plane takes off, but then lands immediately. I am back in the boarding process once again and never get where I'm wanting to go.Ornery Owl of Naughty Netherworld Press and Readers Roost https://www.blogger.com/profile/07596105116325246476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-72708155490474015132018-01-07T13:03:37.245-07:002018-01-07T13:03:37.245-07:00Very effective use of staccato in this--the form, ...Very effective use of staccato in this--the form, the writing, the sort of jaggedness of muddled thoughts, flashing back and forth between now and the past. I "felt" the dream-confusion.Victoriahttp://liv2write2day.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-24737733232684603432018-01-07T10:51:03.305-07:002018-01-07T10:51:03.305-07:00A fascinating dream and memory rolled into one.......A fascinating dream and memory rolled into one....Donna@LivingFromHappinesshttp://www.livingfromhappiness.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-11615482889570304282018-01-07T10:20:22.996-07:002018-01-07T10:20:22.996-07:00Such poignant memories, you and your baby sister, ...Such poignant memories, you and your baby sister, when your children were small. Sigh. Such golden times to look back upon, all that laughter, tempered with all that the years have brought since then, the losses, the tears. Sigh. A beautiful poem, Annell. Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01926508656571639801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-69019433472744602482018-01-07T09:52:47.332-07:002018-01-07T09:52:47.332-07:00Dreaming into the unknown... intriguing. Dreaming into the unknown... intriguing. Magaly Guerrerohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-29376348544953051522018-01-07T09:22:28.717-07:002018-01-07T09:22:28.717-07:00I like how this piece changes tone and captures bo...I like how this piece changes tone and captures both the darkness of night and the hope of morning - a great poem to start the new year xoJae Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509244123008832611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-24596732612956282642018-01-07T09:11:38.329-07:002018-01-07T09:11:38.329-07:00It used to be a returning nightmare for me, to be ...It used to be a returning nightmare for me, to be there too late, having forgotten something... The closest I came was that I had packed my passport once inside my suitcase and had to unpack it before checkin...brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.com