tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post682335336597740914..comments2024-02-03T14:41:13.330-05:00Comments on Writing Without Paper: After (Poem)Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-68592862968449614232015-03-25T10:52:20.400-04:002015-03-25T10:52:20.400-04:00Painfully beautiful, Maureen. Painfully beautiful, Maureen. drewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06509808686782374652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-84005132406837454402014-03-30T15:37:35.090-04:002014-03-30T15:37:35.090-04:00beautiful commemoration... and condolences even i...beautiful commemoration... and condolences even if it was years ago... one still feels the lossAnn Tracy, Maine's Digital Alchemist & Artisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17884683702242474870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-50856651033528302552014-03-26T07:14:02.865-04:002014-03-26T07:14:02.865-04:00This is very, very lovely, Maureen. The way you we...This is very, very lovely, Maureen. The way you weave the dog into the tale is so deft. Dawn Potterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07500960150846895633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-48973268729706846922014-03-26T06:14:24.714-04:002014-03-26T06:14:24.714-04:00A beautiful poem Maureen.
Thank you.A beautiful poem Maureen.<br /><br />Thank you.Louise Gallagherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13522775693728655487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-10959169008776424582014-03-25T23:19:24.832-04:002014-03-25T23:19:24.832-04:00Feeling the loss.Feeling the loss.S. Etolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01847206680320012887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-32498085282346814162014-03-25T21:23:06.760-04:002014-03-25T21:23:06.760-04:00In the early spring mornings my faithful border co...In the early spring mornings my faithful border collie would stretch as she glanced up at the still present moon.Then she would quickly look back at me-as if to say- all is still there,perfect and lovely,shining through the demands of light and despite the numbing haze.Nedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03833115349073235400noreply@blogger.com