tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post4958075179308995327..comments2023-10-24T09:29:32.492-04:00Comments on the golden fish: gone . . .stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-80905946997204460082012-01-09T06:44:52.612-05:002012-01-09T06:44:52.612-05:00erin - it's me ... just a piece that surfaces ...erin - it's me ... just a piece that surfaces at times . . . yeah my kids were born here and i learn to love winter . . in fact i always do but it gets subsumed under all the loss for a while . . . . . . i ran yesterday through winter woods . . . it was right beside a river. it entirely filled me. pictures and words will come within days!!! stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-42486621212384007132012-01-08T23:49:44.776-05:002012-01-08T23:49:44.776-05:00i feel you not quite yourself in this piece. read...i feel you not quite yourself in this piece. reading back here about your relationship with winter explains it. it is a haunting piece though and i like it very much. <br /><br />cross country skiing and hiking through a forest - this might help to create a relationship. didn't your children grow here? didn't you see their noses pressed to windows or didn't they stand about with their arms out, unable to lower them for the bulk?<br /><br />i ran through the winter woods yesterday. a storm came up, seemingly out of nowhere. where once i might have ran from it, i ran to it. this helps, too.)<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-17068216555333727252012-01-08T19:29:09.090-05:002012-01-08T19:29:09.090-05:00Just catching up with you and your poetry- Breathl...Just catching up with you and your poetry- Breathless, I should know better than to read more than one a day! LOVE love!!!<br />Header is stunning!<br />Aloha!<br /><br />Verification word is "bugga"- hahahahahLinda Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03070050388987072100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-56694758802311884722012-01-08T18:02:28.313-05:002012-01-08T18:02:28.313-05:00hey aguja - i'll scout out kinsella's wors...hey aguja - i'll scout out kinsella's wors and see what you're saying. thanks for the pointer. it's a good time of year - i'm happy actually - but the closing in of some parts of my life, the details that are beyond my wishes, well they do shut down some of the spectrum!!!! stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-50692144294899810512012-01-08T17:59:26.022-05:002012-01-08T17:59:26.022-05:00valerianna - so inside the piece of this. i'm ...valerianna - so inside the piece of this. i'm so outside looking in and wintertime makes that more likely. i'm english and i live in canada and i love this ocuntry but the winter has never been a friend and i am really really trying hard to find an "in" so perhaps this year cross-country skiing will enter the body/mind/spirit vocabulary of this boy...... stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-56017335665676903542012-01-08T16:20:26.520-05:002012-01-08T16:20:26.520-05:00Your words rarely evoke such melancholy. Beautiful...Your words rarely evoke such melancholy. Beautiful images, indeed, but I feel myself wishing I could give you a hug right now.<br /><br />[♥]<br /><br />There.Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14937847762010497687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-79905855717990438992012-01-08T11:39:04.897-05:002012-01-08T11:39:04.897-05:00For some reason, although the poem is called '...For some reason, although the poem is called 'Another September' (by Thomas Kinsella)I was reminded of this poem on reading your own. Whether it is that he, too, sees the scene beyond the window,or whether it is that he also creates a bleak atmosphere ... and then again, it could be his personification of autumn (as you personify the trees) it produced a similar effect. <br />So few words you have chosen to weave the spell; insular, isolated.agujahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15857809123531088629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-12398089723036831432012-01-08T09:05:14.577-05:002012-01-08T09:05:14.577-05:00Very wintry - the membrane between inside and outs...Very wintry - the membrane between inside and outside is fractured, the cold seeps in. Are you feeling the need to pull in and keep to yourself? I am!Valeriannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02621130622153365184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-22876626993904702312012-01-08T08:59:30.227-05:002012-01-08T08:59:30.227-05:00kay i think the trees do their best thinking and t...kay i think the trees do their best thinking and tell stories to themselves through the wintertime. stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-11486887447008527772012-01-08T04:00:06.406-05:002012-01-08T04:00:06.406-05:00i love the idea of trees turning inwards with its ...i love the idea of trees turning inwards with its thoughts...beautiful..xKayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16584116146098939783noreply@blogger.com