tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15937405.post2052459616142763339..comments2023-10-31T07:54:06.440-07:00Comments on Amazing Voyages of the <i>Turtle</i>: Sandra Leighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12052047359365369942noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15937405.post-20011632403952473712009-06-08T19:27:09.690-07:002009-06-08T19:27:09.690-07:00Sandra - You're right...sadness WAS the point,...Sandra - You're right...sadness WAS the point, and our feeling your intent IS the intent! Did that make any sense? If not, that's okay; I've had a long day, too. <br /><br />I still like the poem ;-)Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12003379181294550035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15937405.post-62845065117133709792009-06-08T16:36:30.038-07:002009-06-08T16:36:30.038-07:00Beautif--touching.Beautif--touching.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15937405.post-44447074713714584042009-06-08T13:17:41.685-07:002009-06-08T13:17:41.685-07:00Good for you! I cycled on my stationary bike for ...Good for you! I cycled on my stationary bike for 40 minutes today. I'd been off it for awhile because the seat was really uncomfortable, so after some hunting around, we've now got a good saddle on it that's about 1/4 of the size (really!) and that makes all the difference.<br />We must stay fit to "cheat time" right?<br /><br />KatKat Mortensenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16877694888419628533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15937405.post-38065998769249488642009-06-08T09:48:58.035-07:002009-06-08T09:48:58.035-07:00Rose Marie, thank you for your kind words. Someone...Rose Marie, thank you for your kind words. Someone was reminding us that change is the one constant, but I'm afraid that means that loss is the one constant, and the place where we most easily connect to one another.Sandra Leighhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12052047359365369942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15937405.post-29485220576304746652009-06-08T00:20:30.544-07:002009-06-08T00:20:30.544-07:00Loss made painfully and yet so beautifully real. W...Loss made painfully and yet so beautifully real. When having lost my husband at a relatively early age, I too felt what you have expressed here. Three months after my husband passed, so did my mother - yes, death was very much alive as you so poignantly expressed.Rose Marie Raccioppihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12327247225256540829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15937405.post-85055124697259877262009-06-07T21:51:38.681-07:002009-06-07T21:51:38.681-07:00Oh, I'm sorry - Karen, Audrey, John, Kat, René...Oh, I'm sorry - Karen, Audrey, John, Kat, René, Mairi - I didn't mean to. Oh, hell. I guess I did mean to make you sad. But now that I've done it, I feel bad! OTOH, I'm glad you liked the poem. I just got back from Vancouver (It's after 9:30 p.m.), and I haven't even had a chance to read everybody's poems. I think I'll leave it to tomorrow, because I am having a hard time keeping my eyes open. 15,305 steps on my pedometer today.Sandra Leighhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12052047359365369942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15937405.post-83699184383198505522009-06-07T16:18:16.987-07:002009-06-07T16:18:16.987-07:00Not that I haven't felt your others, it's ...Not that I haven't felt your others, it's just this one particulary hits home.<br /><br />KatKat Mortensenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16877694888419628533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15937405.post-92097743109909794542009-06-07T16:17:14.135-07:002009-06-07T16:17:14.135-07:00"As if death would listen to reason."
T..."As if death would listen to reason."<br /><br />This takes me back to my father's death-bed. That's not easy.<br /><br />I feel this one.<br /><br />KatKat Mortensenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16877694888419628533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15937405.post-38267384404875998282009-06-07T15:43:35.813-07:002009-06-07T15:43:35.813-07:00Death coming in silence louder than whatever happe...Death coming in silence louder than whatever happens to be going on at the moment is a great oxymoron and put to powerful use. After reading your poetic beginnings I'm afraid I feeling your personal pain as much as the universal pain of the situation, a hazard, I guess, of knowing anything at all about an artist. I was over forty when my mum died but I felt just like that child - too young to be abandoned.Sheilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11908332538776254864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15937405.post-67858360756977669392009-06-07T14:21:44.925-07:002009-06-07T14:21:44.925-07:00I remember that feeling... the loss and the grayne...I remember that feeling... the loss and the grayness. It is palpable here.René Winghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08466559054624950270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15937405.post-71224120609687284662009-06-07T14:12:00.466-07:002009-06-07T14:12:00.466-07:00Very moving-- the brightness that exceeds dawn is ...Very moving-- the brightness that exceeds dawn is a great image, & there really is something kind of disturbing about the chatter of nestlings that's right. The description of the child-- the "heaving ribs" seems so right. & I liked the repeat of the first stanza.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15687192784861682991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15937405.post-25371237084373935372009-06-07T06:46:25.141-07:002009-06-07T06:46:25.141-07:00What a sad and powerful poem! Written so beautiful...What a sad and powerful poem! Written so beautifully.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15937405.post-88420508492973912992009-06-07T04:31:02.655-07:002009-06-07T04:31:02.655-07:00Sandra, this is absolutely heart wrenching. I'...Sandra, this is absolutely heart wrenching. I've been in that room, only with one who has lived a long life and leaves adult children who still feel like orphans at her leaving. I can only imagine the terror of the young ones. You depict it perfectly with the heaving ribcage; however, it is the mother's regret at this "final failure" that moves me most.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12003379181294550035noreply@blogger.com