tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post7615845619109235396..comments2024-03-22T10:51:23.567-05:00Comments on Faith, Fiction, Friends: The Real PoetGlynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10802111972232088511noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-21951745126345952862009-10-07T17:03:00.816-05:002009-10-07T17:03:00.816-05:00Glynn - I am always so surprised by how you poets ...Glynn - I am always so surprised by how you poets can so quickly and beautifully pull these poems together, with words full of layers and layers of meaning and just sheer beauty all by themselves, even without the meaning behind it. I actually felt my foot hurting as I read the last stanza.<br /><br />Very nice. Layers and layers of nice.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-66855666858564717992009-10-07T13:21:27.155-05:002009-10-07T13:21:27.155-05:00Love the Cron quote.
Words like the conversations...Love the Cron quote.<br /><br />Words like the conversations we have with ourselves, one pushing/pulling, one giving in: "A walk through wilderness/Is not solitary/after all"<br /><br />Perhaps poets are the equivalent of the King's fool?<br /> <br />Favorite lines: "Silence, assumed to be/Acquiesence" and "Words that redeem/Even a poet". The word "Even" absolutely necessary to make that line work.<br /><br />Wonderful writing.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-61882562355192752082009-10-07T12:01:46.958-05:002009-10-07T12:01:46.958-05:00from a page of light, words silently reach out and...from a page of light, words silently reach out and pull pictures from my being.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-44700257573631455712009-10-07T10:12:18.521-05:002009-10-07T10:12:18.521-05:00This...
"Silence, assumed to be
Acquiesence&...This...<br /><br />"Silence, assumed to be<br />Acquiesence"<br /><br />And all the cool stuff about how words can act clandestinely. And the redemption of the poet.<br /><br />And, and, and.<br /><br />Your poem quiets me.L.L. Barkathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13333960142447144678noreply@blogger.com