tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post4146392397774288103..comments2024-03-22T10:51:23.567-05:00Comments on Faith, Fiction, Friends: At three in the morningGlynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10802111972232088511noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-77875304729831692892013-03-20T13:11:29.149-05:002013-03-20T13:11:29.149-05:00Now that is something I've felt and never want...Now that is something I've felt and never want to feel again....this one is a keeper ;)Kathy Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12326495504453579091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-1114470115205220472013-03-20T07:03:30.895-05:002013-03-20T07:03:30.895-05:00didn't see that coming...didn't see that coming... Wolfsrosebudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17295258422523621134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-70572448930292919062013-03-20T00:50:10.265-05:002013-03-20T00:50:10.265-05:00Three O'clock is a strange hour when spirits h...Three O'clock is a strange hour when spirits hover. Reaching out and no one is there is so lonely and such sorrow to wonder is it I and not my loved one in the white coffin.a joyful noisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08712092116466408490noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-37123543423013520872013-03-20T00:37:29.826-05:002013-03-20T00:37:29.826-05:00I'm not sure what to write, as its moved me to...I'm not sure what to write, as its moved me too much to express in a comment box. Just incredible...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-10374925255702038292013-03-19T16:51:01.654-05:002013-03-19T16:51:01.654-05:00buried
in the white coffin
of bed sheets
i wonder...buried<br />in the white coffin <br />of bed sheets<br />i wonder...<br />why is it always<br />three a.m.<br />that meets me<br />awake and<br />aching for her<br />laughter<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-88863630866115407342013-03-19T15:38:39.137-05:002013-03-19T15:38:39.137-05:00Wow. This is quite literally painful. I have that ...Wow. This is quite literally painful. I have that aching in my throat, I can't read what I'm typing because it seems my eyes may be a little teary...the photo lends that same ache...so beautiful it hurts. Tashtoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15847190224960829574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-16368126638129725292013-03-19T15:13:46.023-05:002013-03-19T15:13:46.023-05:00I've been in that aching, despairing place . ....I've been in that aching, despairing place . . . you could not have expressed the emotions felt any better, Glynn. Beautiful . . .Martha Jane Orlandohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11620499267401065780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-90023869295821262762013-03-19T14:44:04.394-05:002013-03-19T14:44:04.394-05:00like a punch in the gut man...bad enough to realiz...like a punch in the gut man...bad enough to realize you are alone...even worse to realize they wont be back....hard on the emotions...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-51580130210956257342013-03-19T14:31:14.916-05:002013-03-19T14:31:14.916-05:00The evocative line Kathleen mentions really stands...The evocative line Kathleen mentions really stands out in this poem. It could have been the poem's concluding words.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-58540413771961097842013-03-19T14:04:10.430-05:002013-03-19T14:04:10.430-05:00what emotion rests in the words, grippingwhat emotion rests in the words, grippingHisFireFlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10846956916583286916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-29972635886479967892013-03-19T12:59:56.401-05:002013-03-19T12:59:56.401-05:00"The laughter that was has fled" you spe..."The laughter that was has fled" you spelled grief correctly here. Kathleen Overbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com