tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post6536283758906609219..comments2023-12-05T23:02:28.580-05:00Comments on Excursions and Diversions: Rm w/ VuSteve Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818671944215117618noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-42774243929104853042012-10-17T04:27:37.986-04:002012-10-17T04:27:37.986-04:00A revisit to this beautiful poem has me captivated...A revisit to this beautiful poem has me captivated yet again, Steve. I still think this is one of your best, and hope that you will enter it into a competition! Just love it..powerful and touching. :))Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-6896825997912369112012-10-16T18:15:17.774-04:002012-10-16T18:15:17.774-04:00This wonderful poem - you had no 'hard limits ...This wonderful poem - you had no 'hard limits to the use of words' A beautiful and moving piece. KAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-53675168948814373372012-10-16T16:18:39.810-04:002012-10-16T16:18:39.810-04:00Wonderful. It could have been written 100 years ag...Wonderful. It could have been written 100 years ago or 100 years from now. Classic as Moondustwriter said. I especially liked "I am what shall, and what shall never, pass; what soon will once have been, yet always is" and "lapses in my dark redoubt". Well done!Jenny Hernerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15884658886582080587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-13316078738164069772012-10-12T07:32:39.316-04:002012-10-12T07:32:39.316-04:00Classic
I could derive a dozen excellent quotes
ni...Classic<br />I could derive a dozen excellent quotes<br />nice resolutionMoondustwriterhttp://moondustwriter.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-41975446130778023962012-10-10T17:10:52.921-04:002012-10-10T17:10:52.921-04:00the silence and the song and the regret.
There wil... the silence and the song and the regret.<br />There will be song; there will be silence yet.<br /><br />The musical cadence here strangely fits the somber reflective tone, like some great barreled organ rolling ocean tides of solemn sunday hymns over shuttered houses. Too many good lines to quote, but the ending stanza perhaps my favorite of all the bittersweet rhymes you've conjured here. And as always, your mood resonates--we lit the fireplace for the first time this season night before last and I'm always the one that stays up feeding it till the wee hours, being sorceress and crystal glass.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-78215750526505779692012-10-10T15:34:58.548-04:002012-10-10T15:34:58.548-04:00Definitely a haunting piece. I could feel the chil...Definitely a haunting piece. I could feel the chill, and there are many great lines throughout. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01547380098561803645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-6570840518578570972012-10-10T14:52:44.529-04:002012-10-10T14:52:44.529-04:00caught in the coda of their own silence,
fit music...caught in the coda of their own silence,<br />fit music for the morning's overture....love the music in this "song"...such melancholy and also much beautyClaudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-67096785940859669072012-10-10T10:38:34.673-04:002012-10-10T10:38:34.673-04:00Dense, haunting and beautiful. The imagery stuns! ...Dense, haunting and beautiful. The imagery stuns! This is such a personal philosophical exploration, but done with mastery of rhythm, complex rhymes and subtle time shifts that match time of day to the season of the year. There is great care and craftsmanship in each line. I felt this not only a personal triumph for you, but also a truly important poem.Beachannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08638256396472533685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-81807305975948916692012-10-10T10:23:40.512-04:002012-10-10T10:23:40.512-04:00Within the light there is darkness...melancholy mi...Within the light there is darkness...melancholy mixes with regret. You speak so eloquently of where I have often found myself.Susie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-38913291019623179292012-10-10T08:24:26.278-04:002012-10-10T08:24:26.278-04:00What can say ~ you have a way of capturing the si...What can say ~ you have a way of capturing the silence and echoing words of meloncholy and regrets ~ You have the gift of words ~ Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-55095787501594634282012-10-10T06:49:21.646-04:002012-10-10T06:49:21.646-04:00The brittle music of the winter wind
sifts through...The brittle music of the winter wind<br />sifts through the lapses in my dark redoubt.<br /><br />This - like many other lines and passages - I found enchanting.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-11579520107137727212012-10-10T04:15:04.017-04:002012-10-10T04:15:04.017-04:00This has got to be my all time favorite, Steve. T...This has got to be my all time favorite, Steve. The third stanza resonates especially for me. The language weave, the cadence, rhythm..all cry for reading aloud. Truly masterful writing writing here! Bravo!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-20817765424997047822012-10-09T23:51:37.906-04:002012-10-09T23:51:37.906-04:00You know I've not read Forster (other than Pas...You know I've not read Forster (other than Passage to India) so I am afraid I dont recognize where he might fit in here. But this reminds me of that kind of privacy we seek - especially as we grow older - to be the only one's awake, only consciousness perceiving - a very pretty poem, with beautiful descriptions of this kind of solitude and a wonderful cadence throughout. k.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-27356584530981861782012-10-09T22:38:18.615-04:002012-10-09T22:38:18.615-04:00"There are hard limits to the use of words,
a..."There are hard limits to the use of words,<br />and in the silence that surrounds each thought<br />I play both sorcerer and crystal glass.<br />I am what shall, and what shall never, pass;"<br /><br />As always, your words have drawn me in...I read them over once and once again.<br />Yeah, I know, commenting your poem with a rhyme. Probably not appropriate, but it popped into my head after reading this.<br />Another beautifully penned poem, Steve. Love your style of writing--the rhyme, the ebb and flow of the words, like satin. A joy to read! <br /><br />Ginny Brannanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15298060016652737538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-6443186117474372522012-10-09T20:51:07.074-04:002012-10-09T20:51:07.074-04:00really liked this steve, what a great celebration ...really liked this steve, what a great celebration of not only music, sound, but of memory, the stuff that holds all of our pieces together. there seems to be a theme in a lot of these poems regards words and language, about getting passed their hard shells... <br /><br />"There are hard limits to the use of words,<br />and in the silence that surrounds each thought<br />I play both sorcerer and crystal glass."<br /><br />well said. really enjoyed this poem my friend.phillip woodruff (jalopy dreams)https://www.blogger.com/profile/08224547506080365774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-34157507411805826602012-10-09T19:18:03.386-04:002012-10-09T19:18:03.386-04:00STEVE!!! This is so freaking awesome! How can I pi...STEVE!!! This is so freaking awesome! How can I pick a favorite phrase or line...the entire piece draws me in. I'm calling a new favorite on this one...just a fantastic read a loud!Tashtoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15847190224960829574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-30616273347569768492012-10-09T16:21:50.006-04:002012-10-09T16:21:50.006-04:00this has such a beautiful mood to it, sitting befo...this has such a beautiful mood to it, sitting before a fire is one of my favorite things in life you captured all the reasons why so well here.<br /><br />" I am what shall, and what shall never, pass;<br />what soon will once have been, yet always is."<br /><br />these words grabbed me... really nice work all the way through.mrs mediocrityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01021079985184737831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-70042630681004679342012-10-09T15:57:37.277-04:002012-10-09T15:57:37.277-04:00Not sure I want the music of the winter wind or an...Not sure I want the music of the winter wind or any snow<br />But tons of images did flow<br />Really strong verse in every way<br />With your dVerse displayPat Hatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745293224202430152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-31233085818981420542012-10-09T15:48:41.014-04:002012-10-09T15:48:41.014-04:00I am not fit for dreams or dreaming now,
and know ... I am not fit for dreams or dreaming now,<br />and know not when nor where my waking leads,<br />for now the empty echoes only haunt.<br />There are others stirring in the house,<br />caught in the coda of their own silence,<br />fit music for the morning's overture—<br />though I have kept some few imaginings<br />to whisper bright reminders to the soul.<br /><br /><br />Beautiful write...great lines through the entire piece. Loved it. ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-77354678001158675472012-10-09T15:36:30.854-04:002012-10-09T15:36:30.854-04:00Each stanza stands strong on it's own Steve......Each stanza stands strong on it's own Steve....truly a beautiful piece of poetry!Carrie Van Hornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11715648073882529202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-23976698501106595792012-10-09T15:30:05.650-04:002012-10-09T15:30:05.650-04:00There are hard limits to the use of words,
and in ...There are hard limits to the use of words,<br />and in the silence that surrounds each thought<br />I play both sorcerer and crystal glass.<br />I am what shall, and what shall never, pass;<br />what soon will once have been, yet always is....really cool section there...and i really like as well the saving of those bright reminder for the soul as well man...really nice use of language through out as well to set the tone...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.com