tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post9121569250061107067..comments2024-03-22T10:51:23.567-05:00Comments on Faith, Fiction, Friends: Coffee or cola, in half-lightGlynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10802111972232088511noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-85551033994870632342013-01-23T23:14:25.139-06:002013-01-23T23:14:25.139-06:00Usually it is good to have choices. However, i can...Usually it is good to have choices. However, i can see in this that there are times when having a choice would not be a welcome thing at all.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-71442925096420031112013-01-23T13:27:26.205-06:002013-01-23T13:27:26.205-06:00Loved the extended metaphor in this. Powerful imag...Loved the extended metaphor in this. Powerful images. Alex Dissinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01469434538735231477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-34307981483729618752013-01-23T02:52:10.697-06:002013-01-23T02:52:10.697-06:00beautiful transference, I think that's the wor...beautiful transference, I think that's the word I'm looking for, or perhaps substitution for how the choice between coffee or cola becomes this overbearing metaphor. Fascinating piece Glynn. Really like it a lot. ThanksAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05885047796180529498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-11710832669414924572013-01-23T00:44:29.513-06:002013-01-23T00:44:29.513-06:00What an insightful way to reveal the edge of fear....What an insightful way to reveal the edge of fear. IncredibleAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-69812997081977088972013-01-22T21:44:49.848-06:002013-01-22T21:44:49.848-06:00Wow, you've got me teary-eyed here. Solemn mom...Wow, you've got me teary-eyed here. Solemn moments like this are the hardest. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13646917707699645492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-69630244346075651992013-01-22T21:43:47.851-06:002013-01-22T21:43:47.851-06:00this part especially...
"and it seemed coffe...this part especially...<br /><br />"and it seemed coffee or cola<br />had assumed an equivalence<br />to life or death and she couldn’t<br />choose, didn’t know how"L.L. Barkathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12592498863483967730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-13167051877501774602013-01-22T19:27:25.143-06:002013-01-22T19:27:25.143-06:00In a hospital room with a loved one, the choice of...In a hospital room with a loved one, the choice of coffee or cola can be absolutely overwhelming. You captured that.Megan Willomehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11494508400178014999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-53145151443800367712013-01-22T17:48:02.552-06:002013-01-22T17:48:02.552-06:00I neither like coffee or cola..so this was a stick...I neither like coffee or cola..so this was a sticky situation for me ~ In such a trying time, you wish you didn't have to make a choice, but often these choices are made for you ~<br /><br />Wishing you Happy day ~Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03330793338813508704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-14796521785062555852013-01-22T16:08:03.364-06:002013-01-22T16:08:03.364-06:00Coffee or cola, life or death...In times like thes...Coffee or cola, life or death...In times like these, when a person you love is giving this fight, the only thing you can do is just sit with a cup in your hands realising you cant do anything more... Intense imagery on this poem, this is really a great piece.Yiota Kariotihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-72172691635700356782013-01-22T15:10:50.698-06:002013-01-22T15:10:50.698-06:00I've been in that situation . . . could so ide...I've been in that situation . . . could so identify with the woman you've described here.<br />Beautiful and touching, Glynn,<br />Blessings!Martha Jane Orlandohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11620499267401065780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-50238732016362539922013-01-22T15:02:14.862-06:002013-01-22T15:02:14.862-06:00Coffee every time for me - I can't stand cola!...Coffee every time for me - I can't stand cola! You know, my poor wife was in a similar situation by my bedside just a few months ago.Your poem has given me a small insight into what that must have been like for her. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-5453030698391934002013-01-22T14:15:44.906-06:002013-01-22T14:15:44.906-06:00Wow. . . . nice. . . Wow. . . . nice. . . Robbie Pruitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00729231363273981119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-78630193284584475922013-01-22T14:14:30.900-06:002013-01-22T14:14:30.900-06:00coffee usually, but cola will work...i like how yo...coffee usually, but cola will work...i like how you tied that to much more serious questions as well for her...and what she got even now untouched...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.com