tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post2432806566952518497..comments2024-02-03T14:41:13.330-05:00Comments on Writing Without Paper: Morning Glories (Poem)Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-36368104982165140002014-02-05T15:51:10.155-05:002014-02-05T15:51:10.155-05:00Loved reading this; especially as the snow falls. ...Loved reading this; especially as the snow falls. Lorna Cahallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-21685675106043022382014-02-05T10:42:37.251-05:002014-02-05T10:42:37.251-05:00I am so longing for summer and this beauty here ad...I am so longing for summer and this beauty here adds a touch of nostalgia to the yearning. Just lovely, Maureen. Warms from the inside out.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08263995875732832349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-48478804092491889212014-02-05T06:49:50.320-05:002014-02-05T06:49:50.320-05:00Those last two stanzas are wonderful - so visual, ...Those last two stanzas are wonderful - so visual, yet touching on all the other senses.Marina Sofiahttp://findingtimetowrite.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-26112662914735015842014-02-05T06:01:25.405-05:002014-02-05T06:01:25.405-05:00Very sensuous - and thanks for the introduction to...Very sensuous - and thanks for the introduction to the artist. Painting and words always inspire the other, I find.Deborahhttp://www.deborah-lawrenson.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-66341922806815961812014-02-04T22:17:20.864-05:002014-02-04T22:17:20.864-05:00I like how you steered us from the blue of the mor...I like how you steered us from the blue of the morning glories to the raspberry kisses of "the boys". The feelings were as vivid as the colors.Bodhirosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12630769135515322096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-54764780377717205232014-02-04T22:14:15.850-05:002014-02-04T22:14:15.850-05:00ha. ours was the black cherries from the tree....s...ha. ours was the black cherries from the tree....staining hands and clothes...and the green grass stains...summer...ah its just a memory right now...freezing rain out now...but you give warmth for just a bit...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-11072542293426416592014-02-04T11:45:14.396-05:002014-02-04T11:45:14.396-05:00Luscious! I've said this before, but I love wh...Luscious! I've said this before, but I love what you do with line-breaks: how they enrich the poem with hovering multiple meanings.Peggy Rosenthalnoreply@blogger.com