tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post6501929142706388188..comments2024-03-27T20:34:09.464+01:00Comments on zmkc: Gwen Harwoodzmkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-53581427811858497162010-05-20T23:49:07.796+02:002010-05-20T23:49:07.796+02:00Than you, Shelley.Than you, Shelley.zmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-51009079418088858602010-05-20T01:51:51.709+02:002010-05-20T01:51:51.709+02:00Thank you for that post, which makes me want to go...Thank you for that post, which makes me want to go hug my own best friend. I'm sorry for your loss, and especially for her son's.I think one of the things poetry does best is make us appreciate what we have.<br /><br />Speaking of appreciation, thank you so much for mentioning the Rain:A Dust Bowl Story website. It is exciting to me to think of having readers in a magical place like Australia! And actually, your topography is probably closer to mine than most places in the U.S. You and your followers are most welcome to visit the site.Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17440426968406035179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-59856245781790763132010-05-20T00:25:31.608+02:002010-05-20T00:25:31.608+02:00Worm - I agree, and I also like 'confused arca...Worm - I agree, and I also like 'confused arcades of memory'<br />Gaw - She is really good<br />Nurse - beautiful, last three lines especially, made me cryzmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-90203696813578566142010-05-19T12:31:22.668+02:002010-05-19T12:31:22.668+02:00Beautiful, it reminds me of my favourite Anne Sext...Beautiful, it reminds me of my favourite Anne Sexton poem<br /><br />By the first of August<br />the invisible beetles began<br />to snore and the grass was<br />as tough as hemp and was<br />no color--no more than<br />the sand was a color and<br />we had worn our bare feet<br />bare since the twentieth<br />of June and there were times<br />we forgot to wind up your<br />alarm clock and some nights<br />we took our gin warm and neat<br />from old jelly glasses while<br />the sun blew out of sight<br />like a red picture hat and<br />one day I tied my hair back<br />with a ribbon and you said<br />that I looked almost like<br />a puritan lady and what<br />I remember best is that<br />the door to your room was<br />the door to mine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-80882862982692965952010-05-19T09:33:51.342+02:002010-05-19T09:33:51.342+02:00I'm really quite stunned by that. Beautiful an...I'm really quite stunned by that. Beautiful and moving and - though it may seem strange - with imagery I can almost taste.Gareth Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05058241057385364459noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-28731794463827287712010-05-19T09:15:52.023+02:002010-05-19T09:15:52.023+02:00very nice - my favourite part is:
Passing a shabb...very nice - my favourite part is:<br /><br />Passing a shabby country town you said,<br />"I love these lonely places<br />waiting for someone to be born<br />who'll make them greatwormhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02802335627720182532noreply@blogger.com