tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post6212420491046761531..comments2023-10-31T08:09:25.281-07:00Comments on T.: Poem TuesdayT. http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509409207991963533noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-24226071908415450692010-04-05T16:11:37.487-07:002010-04-05T16:11:37.487-07:00How lucky some of us are to have moments of ecstas...How lucky some of us are to have moments of ecstasy as children--those 'hallelujahs' in whatever tongue we sing them give us a place for the pearl to grow, in all the salt water of our hearts, our tears, our lives. Lovely.Melissa Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03270919534011711225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-49447333453955929502010-04-03T10:17:17.595-07:002010-04-03T10:17:17.595-07:00"I sang until I trembled with hoarseness and ..."I sang until I trembled with hoarseness and felt the wind gone from my lungs."<br /><br />I love those moments from childhood like this, forever captured in my mind. Wonderful Easter memory, T.Tess Kincaidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04889725786678984293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-21840263265100682992010-04-01T04:59:05.312-07:002010-04-01T04:59:05.312-07:00Great! You successfully became a small innocent gi...Great! You successfully became a small innocent girl in the poem.roughterrain cranehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12394547924137198019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-78124402829503125822010-03-31T17:16:01.454-07:002010-03-31T17:16:01.454-07:00Beautifully told--it seems only kids can sing like...Beautifully told--it seems only kids can sing like that!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15687192784861682991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-42034447876237588712010-03-31T12:49:19.779-07:002010-03-31T12:49:19.779-07:00How beautifully! you have captured, re-entered, th...How beautifully! you have captured, re-entered, that peculiar state of young girl exuberance: of being alone, in the outdoors, and singing something appropriate to the entire universe.<br /><br />I used to do that!<br /><br />I also sang to the cows and to the pigs. Entire epics. About THEM!<br /><br />Love, C.Foxessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06754083123669916994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-33866940734819412012010-03-31T06:14:23.175-07:002010-03-31T06:14:23.175-07:00very nice, I love your poetry!very nice, I love your poetry!Ima Wizerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03433038947071428711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-74431726863503751802010-03-30T22:42:05.177-07:002010-03-30T22:42:05.177-07:00Thanks, Claire. It's an old poem -- perhaps fr...Thanks, Claire. It's an old poem -- perhaps from the late 1970's.T. https://www.blogger.com/profile/16509409207991963533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-63867252519345336412010-03-30T12:57:14.783-07:002010-03-30T12:57:14.783-07:00Hi T.Clear - so glad you're doing this, too! T...Hi T.Clear - so glad you're doing this, too! The great thing about us all being spread around the globe is that each day is something like 37 hours long! This gives us plenty of time to post poems and to travel North and South. Lovely. <br /><br />Your crisp, clear poem is a wonderful portrait of you (and your eyes on the world) at 'barely ten.' So many detailed observations! You were a poet then, too, of course...<br /><br />You are uncovering a new (to me in the South) landscape - flickers, a day or two ago. Today, I will be looking up filbert groves. The two go together, yes?Claire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.com