tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post8168313629168323951..comments2023-12-05T23:02:28.580-05:00Comments on Excursions and Diversions: In the CafeSteve Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818671944215117618noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-4666910205388575272013-11-21T13:50:29.062-05:002013-11-21T13:50:29.062-05:00Steve a poignant piece of looking into both the pa...Steve a poignant piece of looking into both the past and future through the present. >KBAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-17051963891655498592013-11-20T22:16:16.310-05:002013-11-20T22:16:16.310-05:00One more time, without the typos:
A bittersweet se...One more time, without the typos:<br />A bittersweet sense of loss that yet holds on pervades this, Steve. Things that live in the mind and heart are so often more than what our eyes can see, under 'bottled light,' in the artificial world that confines us in time and space to be only what we are and not everything we were or could/should have been. Evocative, balanced and beautiful sense of nostalgia in this, and also a feel for what is actually valued and real.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-34590997795104015992013-11-20T22:14:23.487-05:002013-11-20T22:14:23.487-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-92061188485730125142013-11-20T07:31:55.533-05:002013-11-20T07:31:55.533-05:00There is often one we remember more than any other...There is often one we remember more than any others, and having lived a full life and knowing we can never go back to that place, still sometimes we ponder the "what-ifs" and "maybes," A truly lovely and poignant story reflecting on and capturing that bond (that pull) between past and present. A beautiful piece of writing as always, Steve!Ginny Brannanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15298060016652737538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-75492147811477432232013-11-20T06:21:06.343-05:002013-11-20T06:21:06.343-05:00A wonderful poem, I love it. So true with memories...A wonderful poem, I love it. So true with memories and how the years progress and life changes and so do the people we love or have loved.ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-56744475577239677982013-11-19T23:19:39.776-05:002013-11-19T23:19:39.776-05:00Exquisite poem, as beautiful as the picture you pa...Exquisite poem, as beautiful as the picture you painted with your words. :)Anand S Unnihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06000744958432605565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-81005886081009420842013-11-19T19:19:32.933-05:002013-11-19T19:19:32.933-05:00Nice. It is more than the shape of light and shado...Nice. It is more than the shape of light and shadow that goes into knowing what someone looks like, inside and out.author.nara.malonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07159847596372441526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-60541797579496712352013-11-19T18:39:14.517-05:002013-11-19T18:39:14.517-05:00This is marvelous....truly loved it ;)This is marvelous....truly loved it ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-91026646866884525952013-11-19T17:40:14.295-05:002013-11-19T17:40:14.295-05:00So lovely and poignant.... Photos have always felt...So lovely and poignant.... Photos have always felt a bit like false memories to me. Love what you did here.mrs mediocrityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01021079985184737831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-76181406566268543982013-11-19T17:16:29.346-05:002013-11-19T17:16:29.346-05:00a picture will never completely capture the moment...a picture will never completely capture the moment...i like the poring over their face...the intensity of that, trying to capture the moment even if in memory.....def a strong emotion behind these words as well...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-44812995044937752202013-11-19T15:39:12.597-05:002013-11-19T15:39:12.597-05:00That very much struck a chord. Thank you.That very much struck a chord. Thank you.Pealogichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06369877267076357849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-83327828163678037102013-11-19T11:39:10.077-05:002013-11-19T11:39:10.077-05:00How we try to lay hold of those perfect moments in...How we try to lay hold of those perfect moments in time, with a photo, or even a poem, while never quite clinging to the ephemeral experiences of our lives.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-9614798374245231372013-11-19T10:32:14.256-05:002013-11-19T10:32:14.256-05:00my goodness i believe i have lived this moment. ho...my goodness i believe i have lived this moment. how well-wrought, i love this.Marianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04030161532713347225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-10973223002015596682013-11-18T22:26:15.300-05:002013-11-18T22:26:15.300-05:00Yes the remembered past seems so often to color th...Yes the remembered past seems so often to color the present perceptions. Some lovely lines in this.Peggyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10811244438243200435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-20923149139961295262013-11-18T19:53:36.982-05:002013-11-18T19:53:36.982-05:00The memory/reality/photograph: you have captured t...The memory/reality/photograph: you have captured the limitations of all three while by having your narrator sit in the afterglow, the still encumbered space of an old siren song. I feel I have had similar brief reunions (or wished them).Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-85873675348456588772013-11-18T19:18:31.159-05:002013-11-18T19:18:31.159-05:00the past sometimes distorts the present when viewe...the past sometimes distorts the present when viewed through a prism...something we all do at times... good write.. it promotes thought...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />revelationshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07184644795582553870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-17000197503361366052013-11-18T11:35:27.399-05:002013-11-18T11:35:27.399-05:00Excellent writing! I am glad to be here!
bridging...Excellent writing! I am glad to be here!<br /><br /><a href="http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.in/2013/11/bridging-past-with-future.html" rel="nofollow">bridging the past with the <br />future</a>gautami tripathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04192356825699543613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-90690670494281146562013-11-18T11:01:24.066-05:002013-11-18T11:01:24.066-05:00'I pored over your face.' ~ the observatio...'I pored over your face.' ~ the observation by the artist, love the line. ~ evocative poem...humbirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00106270909713851811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-87518962598154864522013-11-18T09:31:08.091-05:002013-11-18T09:31:08.091-05:00I like how you use theme as a verb.and these linge...I like how you use theme as a verb.and these lingering romantic thoughts.Abin Chakrabortyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17534639363132246570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-72595297403878215982013-11-18T08:59:39.170-05:002013-11-18T08:59:39.170-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Abin Chakrabortyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17534639363132246570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-65180690568500882972013-11-18T08:54:42.105-05:002013-11-18T08:54:42.105-05:00Funny how we cling to memories of the past which m...Funny how we cling to memories of the past which may be different from reality ~ The poignancy and sadness are palpable in your words but I specially like how you pored over the face in the second stanza, that curve and line to seized the whole again ~ <br /><br />As always a pleasure to read you Steve ~<br /><br />No need to visit me this time, I'm taking a short break ~<br /><br />Happy week ~<br /><br />GraceScarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03330793338813508704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-40585165113450780562013-11-18T08:42:48.734-05:002013-11-18T08:42:48.734-05:00Such a heart-touching read. Beautifully penned. :-...Such a heart-touching read. Beautifully penned. :-)<br />-HAAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com