tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post5461234302237802055..comments2024-03-22T10:51:23.567-05:00Comments on Faith, Fiction, Friends: The photographGlynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10802111972232088511noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-49468135759646055282014-04-12T17:56:53.746-05:002014-04-12T17:56:53.746-05:00this just makes my heart hurt. well done.this just makes my heart hurt. well done.dianahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11991172981000479793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-78587625277147947292014-04-12T15:36:53.102-05:002014-04-12T15:36:53.102-05:00How sad and tragic . . . but, beautifully done as ...How sad and tragic . . . but, beautifully done as always, Glynn.Martha Jane Orlandohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11620499267401065780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-47207901271698522502014-04-12T14:39:20.438-05:002014-04-12T14:39:20.438-05:00what is real to us
becomes folded
and hidden
from ...what is real to us<br />becomes folded<br />and hidden<br />from memory<br />within wrinkles<br />of time<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-87285849820916870112014-04-12T09:53:29.279-05:002014-04-12T09:53:29.279-05:00Nice turn in the middle of this poem. It carries a...Nice turn in the middle of this poem. It carries and evokes a lot of sadness.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.com