tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post8225379979329848634..comments2024-02-03T14:41:13.330-05:00Comments on Writing Without Paper: July Storm (Poem)Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-65429537433114650002011-07-22T05:50:24.376-04:002011-07-22T05:50:24.376-04:00Love the snickering wind and the clouds punched up...Love the <i>snickering wind</i> and the <i>clouds punched up</i>! You've crafted with rich language and imagery. Fine work.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-13125780073200053502011-07-21T15:45:08.875-04:002011-07-21T15:45:08.875-04:00You achieve a wonderful combination of intensity a...You achieve a wonderful combination of intensity and restraint here.Deborahhttp://www.deborah-lawrenson.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-53619812012873519662011-07-20T16:23:27.805-04:002011-07-20T16:23:27.805-04:00that telltale quiet before ...that telltale quiet before ...S. Etolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01847206680320012887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-59697995487650472712011-07-20T10:58:32.767-04:002011-07-20T10:58:32.767-04:00"A month from now, maybe two, you'll noti..."A month from now, maybe two, you'll notice<br />how green leaves twist"<br /><br />I do like the use of the word "twist" here. This is hope that is no easy hope.L.L. Barkathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13333960142447144678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-9314651357421864322011-07-20T09:42:31.560-04:002011-07-20T09:42:31.560-04:00Love the use of "guttered". This poem t...Love the use of "guttered". This poem takes me back to when I first saw your work and said you were the "real deal". Makes me really miss the kind of summer storms you have in eastern climates, which we do not get in the desert of Los Angeles. Exceptional, sensory, intense.Rob Mustardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09210194364918460896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-42156798777396810232011-07-20T01:59:33.068-04:002011-07-20T01:59:33.068-04:00A beautiful poem, Marueen, with riveting scenes. E...A beautiful poem, Marueen, with riveting scenes. Excellent word choice (roiled, I love that word, along with guttered, swelling, and undersides), and movement of line down the page.<br /><br />I'm saddened by the close of One Shot/One Stop; are you joining the new group over at dVerse?*https://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-68594429130128439622011-07-19T23:57:22.187-04:002011-07-19T23:57:22.187-04:00love me some summer rain...the bowling analogy is ...love me some summer rain...the bowling analogy is nice as well...the weather changes soon enough...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-69349477623102877332011-07-19T23:26:13.072-04:002011-07-19T23:26:13.072-04:00Beautiful, Maureen -- I really like the parallel d...Beautiful, Maureen -- I really like the parallel droughts at the end...Diane Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03379544317007203762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-16048714549881127452011-07-19T22:31:23.201-04:002011-07-19T22:31:23.201-04:00What a gorgeous, lyrical poem, Maureen-- these lin...What a gorgeous, lyrical poem, Maureen-- these lines are transcendant-- muse singing through you--<br /><br />woolly clouds punched up<br />and daubing a once-picture-perfect sky.<br /><br />Thunder, roiled, like the slams of balls<br />hitting pins and then being guttered,<br /><br />and the swelling black-inked expanse lights<br />up above you, your gin of broken spokes<br /><br />and shredding fabric leaving you too little<br />protected in elemental but unspecified conditions.<br /><br />your reach and drive for strong imagery is paying off with every poem. Brava! Thanks for stopping by...xxxbesos-- JJenne' R. Andrews https://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-41016270824715502202011-07-19T21:51:29.547-04:002011-07-19T21:51:29.547-04:00Nothing like a summer rain. Scary is the quiet bef...Nothing like a summer rain. Scary is the quiet before the storm. I guess life is kinda like that too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-45226086911778479042011-07-19T21:47:33.281-04:002011-07-19T21:47:33.281-04:00"The silence holds what's soon to become
..."The silence holds what's soon to become<br />the tip-tap of hail in July"--<br /><br />You describe it so well, Maureen!Hannah Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15792203070774504501noreply@blogger.com