tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post8235303439383126465..comments2024-03-04T15:47:04.422-07:00Comments on Somethings I Think About-Annell: Desert Dream/Sunday Whirligig #150annell4http://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-50201850144137070642018-02-25T14:44:57.782-07:002018-02-25T14:44:57.782-07:00How perfectly ordinary - what a powerful line - it...How perfectly ordinary - what a powerful line - it really just brings this all together and "home." Nothing ordinary but this piece - sensitive in the longing, the hope and yet keyed in the understanding of strength in self. Gorgeous. Cheers!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-41275025557560872952018-02-25T11:24:09.018-07:002018-02-25T11:24:09.018-07:00Ah, which one is real, which one is the dream. Som...Ah, which one is real, which one is the dream. Sometimes, we think that dreams are real too. I can feel the longing on this one.totomaihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01805083472267649276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-32367572051863489322018-02-25T10:44:47.430-07:002018-02-25T10:44:47.430-07:00I get so much from dreams, including poems. I love...I get so much from dreams, including poems. I love "leftover crumbs of longing and how it goes with the food thread. colleen Looseleafnoteshttp://looseleafnotes.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-18386531453622464482018-02-25T10:15:19.583-07:002018-02-25T10:15:19.583-07:00Beautiful poem!Beautiful poem!ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-1838876151356005232018-02-25T10:07:05.544-07:002018-02-25T10:07:05.544-07:00I sense this strongly... especially the prison wal...I sense this strongly... especially the prison walls.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-41649438494398100562018-02-25T10:04:36.117-07:002018-02-25T10:04:36.117-07:00Learning to dance that dance...to learn that balan...Learning to dance that dance...to learn that balance...it has been a life long journey!Donna@LivingFromHappinesshttp://www.livingfromhappiness.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-21908421904102763162018-02-25T08:20:57.626-07:002018-02-25T08:20:57.626-07:00this is so lovely and haunting. i feel like i am o...this is so lovely and haunting. i feel like i am on a road trip in the old west. :)dsnake1https://www.blogger.com/profile/08724264906690080704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-9060333126023480862018-02-25T07:33:13.994-07:002018-02-25T07:33:13.994-07:00And the memories keep coming back haunting !And the memories keep coming back haunting !Neeraj Khankahttp://www.multiverse-surreal.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-13488139482084509742018-02-25T06:48:07.899-07:002018-02-25T06:48:07.899-07:00Poignant and haunting. The mail truck, the ravens ...Poignant and haunting. The mail truck, the ravens and the snake were particularly powerful images for me.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-10508086542305650752018-02-25T05:33:03.595-07:002018-02-25T05:33:03.595-07:00Are such idylls of the mind a comfort or a torment...Are such idylls of the mind a comfort or a torment? In that moment where one sees that beloved face it can be so sweet, but those crumbs of memory don't amount to a meal, and there will be hunger pangs when its all said and done.Rommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11810721515248103148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-59720984699848006712018-02-25T03:50:26.823-07:002018-02-25T03:50:26.823-07:00I love how to balance what is and what is not........I love how to balance what is and what is not......and the dream disappearing like ravens flying across the mesa....so lovely.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-6437934027833157952018-02-25T03:47:57.039-07:002018-02-25T03:47:57.039-07:00"What silly notions humans conjure often mere..."What silly notions humans conjure often mere crumbs of leftover longing".. this is beautifully deep and wise!💞Sanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-22031697712653984702018-02-25T02:13:07.070-07:002018-02-25T02:13:07.070-07:00Often mere crumbs of leftover longing.. beautiful....Often mere crumbs of leftover longing.. beautiful...and true! Thotpurgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09729170517164200003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-85040603152532674932018-02-24T16:13:02.231-07:002018-02-24T16:13:02.231-07:00Ah, how to balance what is and what is not; how to...Ah, how to balance what is and what is not; how to know what is real and what is not. Do we see what we think we see? Do we know what we think we know? And what are we to think when a dream that was vivid just disappears. And where does a snake go when it slithers away?Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.com