tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post8500880057010394642..comments2024-02-03T14:41:13.330-05:00Comments on Writing Without Paper: November, and the pollen (Poem)Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-87370853575268433932013-11-17T00:00:35.243-05:002013-11-17T00:00:35.243-05:00Lovely piece that prepares sets our minds and soul...Lovely piece that prepares sets our minds and souls on the season...bkmsigned...bkmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-61369063908948135642013-11-13T11:22:36.027-05:002013-11-13T11:22:36.027-05:00Ah! It came. That golden line you place in all you...Ah! It came. That golden line you place in all your poems. In this piece it's "...a jolting confusion of praise..." Bravo, Maureen. I love your work.emmett wheatfallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07466994239329611740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-79213554501638043692013-11-12T23:07:34.080-05:002013-11-12T23:07:34.080-05:00Yes, the season is a jolting confusion of praise.....Yes, the season is a jolting confusion of praise...and this is a very fine poem.<br /><br />Ron<br />Ron Shieldshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15906697750712674256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-67213675505833222862013-11-12T18:11:54.008-05:002013-11-12T18:11:54.008-05:00Fine calibration of the moment.Fine calibration of the moment.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-7336088118902684532013-11-12T16:44:48.676-05:002013-11-12T16:44:48.676-05:00So descriptive of this wonderful season.So descriptive of this wonderful season.S. Etolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01847206680320012887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-5920836463918436932013-11-12T16:43:37.245-05:002013-11-12T16:43:37.245-05:00My parking space where I live is beneath a cherry ...My parking space where I live is beneath a cherry tree (one of the messiest trees ever) and a pine. This time of year is particularly bad, as leaves like to collect in the spaces where the windshield wipers are. I'd thought the time for pollen was past but we had a day or two in the '70s. I do think the cherry is distressed and confused.<br /><br />Would love to gather with you two. Am thinking a Poet at the Table would be fun to start.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-19995383066768699532013-11-12T16:22:04.327-05:002013-11-12T16:22:04.327-05:00Can I come too?
And hear what you two will put out...Can I come too?<br />And hear what you two will put out together?<br />Wonder what the pollen is from, and picture that of the Douglas fir, which spreads like Sahara dust over our garden at times.Janine Bolléehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09857073674960699155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-63594259226024238162013-11-12T15:34:30.216-05:002013-11-12T15:34:30.216-05:00I wish that we could spend a day, or a week, or a ...I wish that we could spend a day, or a week, or a year together and I could spill out the contents of my head and you could write what you hear. The incredible beauty of the way you view things would not only be amazing to behold, but would surely provide clarity and healing. You have such a gift...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com