tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063633755831518437.post3668258554835572941..comments2022-11-08T06:05:03.391-07:00Comments on THE POET TREEHOUSE: SLIDING INTO DUSKS.E.Ingrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02135141369161538082noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063633755831518437.post-66992448359786293332012-02-18T14:11:49.810-07:002012-02-18T14:11:49.810-07:00Enjoyed this one as well I can understand the bedl...Enjoyed this one as well I can understand the bedlam of her mind..as I often find myself sifting through the fine grains of mind.Truedessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09079953417572207613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063633755831518437.post-64208146221988291662012-02-12T20:19:18.840-07:002012-02-12T20:19:18.840-07:00Thanks so much jen and Susie ... you've shown ...Thanks so much jen and Susie ... you've shown real insight into this piece and I greatly appreciate that and especially that you went to such lengths to comment also ...S.E.Ingrahamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02135141369161538082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063633755831518437.post-75294725539403022822012-02-12T00:45:37.626-07:002012-02-12T00:45:37.626-07:00This is powerful...I think everyone who writes as ...This is powerful...I think everyone who writes as some form of madness...my pen becomes my confessor, my therapist, my diary..There is a crack in her sanity And if she squints she can just make out a drizzle of "everything's fine" I can relate to this. Great piece!! Thanks for stopping by my blogSusie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063633755831518437.post-74914449108206211272012-02-12T00:01:30.766-07:002012-02-12T00:01:30.766-07:00This is truly exquisite, revealing a daunting mast...This is truly exquisite, revealing a daunting mastery of the craft-- I was immediately taken by <br /><br />...Then lies amongst the peach striations of sunset<br />Until plush black starlings on the wing scoop the shards,<br />bevel the edges, attempt to rectify damage...<br /><br />This goes far beyond the exercise and the weft of the words in the challenge-- love the template here as well! xxxjJenne' R. Andrews https://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063633755831518437.post-39962229545710707052012-02-08T21:23:38.986-07:002012-02-08T21:23:38.986-07:00Thanks to all of - you for coming, reading and com...Thanks to all of - you for coming, reading and commenting ... truly appreciatedS.E.Ingrahamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02135141369161538082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063633755831518437.post-78637559703726477782012-02-08T15:53:33.245-07:002012-02-08T15:53:33.245-07:00Love these:
"lies amongst the peach striatio...Love these: <br />"lies amongst the peach striations"<br />"its hissing reptiles hushed"<br />"There is a crack in her sanity" ... Ha!<br />"Forever in amber" ... Beautiful.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063633755831518437.post-74675345206693324442012-02-08T12:53:46.530-07:002012-02-08T12:53:46.530-07:00Sharon- This is fantastic! I love the eyelash imag...Sharon- This is fantastic! I love the eyelash image. Somehow I missed Monday's melting this week.Laurie Kolphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07494759781947881343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063633755831518437.post-14691705428865341042012-02-08T09:09:59.579-07:002012-02-08T09:09:59.579-07:00This is excellent! I especially enjoyed the secon...This is excellent! I especially enjoyed the second stanza. "Lost in chaos with more than one reptile..." So many metaphors in this poem!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063633755831518437.post-24998093830565306942012-02-08T05:25:34.083-07:002012-02-08T05:25:34.083-07:00There's an intensity of emotion in here that y...There's an intensity of emotion in here that you explore, that finds its most powerful voice when distilled into its essence, like that one, final metaphor - that resin closing in - in that amazing last stanza.Semaphorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16945917520773585129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2063633755831518437.post-9773867004947230632012-02-07T21:00:34.140-07:002012-02-07T21:00:34.140-07:00ha dont we all have that crack...my sanity frozen ...ha dont we all have that crack...my sanity frozen in amber...maybe some days...smiles. reptiles slithering down my head...ack...get them off...lol...sorry a little poetry delirious now...nice write...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.com