tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post1413390558737395975..comments2023-12-05T23:02:28.580-05:00Comments on Excursions and Diversions: One Hundred PoemsSteve Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818671944215117618noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-63293044724895227442014-02-25T08:16:15.473-05:002014-02-25T08:16:15.473-05:00Your poem captures the wish for the grand gesture ...Your poem captures the wish for the grand gesture that would, one thinks, save us from the desolation of the mundane. One gets lost in the idea of the gesture rather than what it is supposed to be gesturing towards! A very cool notion and well conveyed. Thanks. K. ManicddailyOutlawyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15698845661756444061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-11347127011284782992014-02-15T10:40:11.836-05:002014-02-15T10:40:11.836-05:00Thanks for the visit Ginny. I read of your new sc...Thanks for the visit Ginny. I read of your new schedule in one of your posts...first things first, of course!! I'll be by to read later. I've had a bit of a hectic couple of weeks myself, the last couple of days consisting of moving snow. You're probably familiar with that!Steve Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04818671944215117618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-51125358181751180522014-02-14T22:32:02.750-05:002014-02-14T22:32:02.750-05:00Our minds spin and churn phrases and verses; words...Our minds spin and churn phrases and verses; words on our tongue that we repeat hoping to remember only to find when ink takes to paper that we cannot gather those flashes of thought into that perfect form and format that shines with the same brilliance we saw in our mind's eye. You are one of the rare exceptions whose poetry is always brilliant! Another beautiful piece well done, Steve.<br /><br />Sorry I am late in commenting, my friend. My work schedule changed, and I discovered it was impossible to share at OLN and read and comment appropriately last week.Need to acclimate! Ginny Brannanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15298060016652737538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-18003322795143144042014-02-13T08:51:56.221-05:002014-02-13T08:51:56.221-05:00No compelling reason, Kay, except that it seemed f...No compelling reason, Kay, except that it seemed far off. It still is.<br />Steve<br />Steve Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04818671944215117618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-56088311728206059462014-02-13T05:49:42.224-05:002014-02-13T05:49:42.224-05:00I too liked this best
Words were so distant—like t...I too liked this best<br />Words were so distant—like the scattered dust<br /><br />that hovers throughout each galaxy<br /><br />unclaimed by gravity.<br /><br />In your picture I see you looking for them:)Tigerbritehttp://www.planetcyberluz.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-55942484047813228582014-02-13T03:28:32.852-05:002014-02-13T03:28:32.852-05:00Lovely piece, Steve. I'm curious to know why y...Lovely piece, Steve. I'm curious to know why you chose the number 100. Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14368539518339009833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-54622581817059863592014-02-08T21:28:38.256-05:002014-02-08T21:28:38.256-05:00I'd be interested to know where you felt lost....I'd be interested to know where you felt lost. Thanks for the visit.Steve Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04818671944215117618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-12730541926535718592014-02-06T15:20:49.074-05:002014-02-06T15:20:49.074-05:00I loved this on so many levels-first the vivid ima...I loved this on so many levels-first the vivid imagery-second the way you strung the words seamlessly-and that it wowed me even though some places I felt lost-and last but not the least this makes me wish I could write like you-will be reading this a few more times and if you permit me,would like to share it with my friends!An excellent write Steve :-)Atreyeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15400190416839538182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-65997297657149975362014-02-06T13:27:26.079-05:002014-02-06T13:27:26.079-05:00You're probably right, Joy. Sometimes I write...You're probably right, Joy. Sometimes I write to simply explore one side of an idea--perhaps to start, or finish, a conversation with myself. Thanks for the visit...Steve Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04818671944215117618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-23419772244804795962014-02-06T11:11:50.415-05:002014-02-06T11:11:50.415-05:00Very nice twist of reasoning(and truthful, I think...Very nice twist of reasoning(and truthful, I think) at the end, Steve. I do think we all have themes which echo in everything we write, that many times, one poem is the shadow, reflection, parent or child of another complete with replicated DNA, but I also think that like a conversation, or a logical argument, perhaps, they progress to various points, and in doing so, warp and change. Maybe it's only the magnification/translation of one small point into a prismed refraction that segments into its component parts, who knows. Enjoyed this, as always, with my favorite lines in the stanza beginning "... Words were so distant—like the scattered dust<br />that hovers throughout each galaxy<br />unclaimed by gravity;..". hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-53197454398552928022014-02-05T16:28:32.951-05:002014-02-05T16:28:32.951-05:00I read this as a metaphor for life as that is sure...I read this as a metaphor for life as that is surely the most important poem we can pen...and have a hard time believing that anyone who wrote this could only come up with one in the written word.Victoria`http://liv2write2day.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-2559781040024049782014-02-04T21:14:11.093-05:002014-02-04T21:14:11.093-05:00One beautiful poem such as yours is worth more tha...One beautiful poem such as yours is worth more than a hundred ones ~ You captured the nuances & process of writing Steve ~ Though that last stanza resonated with me strongly, I find these lines very moving: ~<br /><br />emerging soft from where old shadows were,<br />the voice of new insistent harmony<br />whose life crests only for an instant… <br /><br />Fine writing Steve ~Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-42752771474972892352014-02-04T20:37:20.850-05:002014-02-04T20:37:20.850-05:00In the end, our life's work, in fact, our life...In the end, our life's work, in fact, our life... It is all just one poem, isn't it? I really love this.mrs mediocrityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01021079985184737831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-56364007686327512952014-02-04T19:41:19.943-05:002014-02-04T19:41:19.943-05:001 or 100..whatever it takes to say what you think....1 or 100..whatever it takes to say what you think..capture the moments<br />in paper and ink..it's never over until the last word is spun..with your last breath..Truedessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09079953417572207613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-90907536878998672332014-02-04T17:58:49.061-05:002014-02-04T17:58:49.061-05:00A hundred poems...or one..they live in our mind. B...A hundred poems...or one..they live in our mind. Beautiful.ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-2630598531330642422014-02-04T17:13:37.847-05:002014-02-04T17:13:37.847-05:00It is a bit like turning straw into gold, trying t...It is a bit like turning straw into gold, trying to pull words into our gravitational pull and out of space. I sometimes think I will write one a day. I think I must already have more than 100. Colleen@Looseleafnoteshttp://looseleafnotes.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-22245963507681007062014-02-04T16:24:45.127-05:002014-02-04T16:24:45.127-05:00I think that even if we write 1000 poems there wil...I think that even if we write 1000 poems there will be but one.. and that's the last one we ever wrote... somehow looking back, the thoughts seem mundane... they have been written so why care... what's said can not be said again... really liked your thoughts here (at least this is what I came to understand)brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-25940267383176905992014-02-04T16:11:43.575-05:002014-02-04T16:11:43.575-05:00however many it takes to do the job..or maybe the ...however many it takes to do the job..or maybe the job is never done....maybe even the same poem is one hundred when viewed through different facets.....each perspective taking its placeBrian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-36419255129992750842014-02-04T16:09:15.460-05:002014-02-04T16:09:15.460-05:00I've been there, done that. Often. Nice write....I've been there, done that. Often. Nice write. >KBAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-44181818222407913742014-02-04T15:58:25.262-05:002014-02-04T15:58:25.262-05:00Profound...and absolutely beautiful....you think y...Profound...and absolutely beautiful....you think you wrote one...yet I see hundreds to come...all really different...and capturing so well...the moment. "the voice of new insistent harmony / whose life crests only for an instant" I love those two lines..great work, Steve :) ~jackie~Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-15109513540432827252014-02-04T15:45:37.299-05:002014-02-04T15:45:37.299-05:00This is an interesting poem, Steve. I am not sure...This is an interesting poem, Steve. I am not sure that I understand it entirely....but thinking about writing a hundred poems and finding you have written only one makes me think that sometimes a poet seems to write the same ONE poem over and over again using different words. I don't know if this is the idea you had in mind, but this is what I reflected on after reading your words.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-30176816678822712572014-02-04T15:18:33.993-05:002014-02-04T15:18:33.993-05:00i think life write its poetry as well even if we d...i think life write its poetry as well even if we don't jot it all down... i like how the verses connect the future with the past and also helps it to make sense..Claudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.com