tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post1771771496632270693..comments2023-12-05T23:02:28.580-05:00Comments on Excursions and Diversions: This night has blinded meSteve Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818671944215117618noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-79874623090273172722014-04-06T08:08:15.700-04:002014-04-06T08:08:15.700-04:00Karin, I think it's just a matter of someone l...Karin, I think it's just a matter of someone losing his or her other, and the recognition of it dawning on him. Perhaps an unwieldy title. Thanks for stopping by.Steve Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04818671944215117618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-77844250179802494612014-04-06T07:18:29.594-04:002014-04-06T07:18:29.594-04:00Steve, I don't think I saw this one before. I...Steve, I don't think I saw this one before. It is so interesting. I feel almost as if it is the moon speaking, or one speaking to the moon, but I keep thinking of physicists' theories of parallel universes, and here the moon is moving on. Or maybe it is even a star or something whose light is still coming, but it has burned out--I am sorry not to be clearer--I find it compelling even in my own lack of clarity and the whirl-a-dance of retrospect and the less gentling memories quite a wonderful close. I may be completely off base, but I cannot help but think of the geology of all of this with "less gentling." Anyway, much enjoyed. k. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-71989989308951189442014-03-15T08:51:31.085-04:002014-03-15T08:51:31.085-04:00Thanks, Audrey.Thanks, Audrey.Steve Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04818671944215117618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-13655869836111756562014-03-14T21:59:24.064-04:002014-03-14T21:59:24.064-04:00The repetition here speaks so to the sense of desi...The repetition here speaks so to the sense of desire that fills this piece--really gorgeous imagery throughoutAudrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-72494783131096399852014-03-04T02:06:00.443-05:002014-03-04T02:06:00.443-05:00So beautiful...we live on maybe and hope so oftenSo beautiful...we live on maybe and hope so oftenSusie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-60873884883294971582014-03-04T00:02:32.446-05:002014-03-04T00:02:32.446-05:00this is beautiful ~this is beautiful ~Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-5902996908125198242014-03-03T18:49:05.899-05:002014-03-03T18:49:05.899-05:00Yearning desire threads through the entire piece. ...Yearning desire threads through the entire piece. The images are shadowy, elusive.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12460881702249079009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-45413280821420010382014-03-03T17:55:18.131-05:002014-03-03T17:55:18.131-05:00To me this is about loss, the wanting for someone ...To me this is about loss, the wanting for someone who is gone. Do we remember these things accurately? Probably not. But then, there is poetry.Fireblossomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-75703889354686855882014-03-03T13:09:49.369-05:002014-03-03T13:09:49.369-05:00sometimes it is "the maybes" that keep u...sometimes it is "the maybes" that keep us going.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15349928247626849914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-83967329824888671452014-03-03T12:55:05.387-05:002014-03-03T12:55:05.387-05:00Very beautiful, evokes a feeling of expectation an...Very beautiful, evokes a feeling of expectation and hopefulness, at the very edge of love......poised to plunge in.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-88055924708203883732014-03-03T12:21:01.449-05:002014-03-03T12:21:01.449-05:00Love the images and how you use the verbs in a qua...Love the images and how you use the verbs in a quaint way to describe the reverie of love...~ feel the gentleness of every word...thankshumbirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00106270909713851811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-27295782724156973972014-03-03T12:04:23.797-05:002014-03-03T12:04:23.797-05:00Beautiful!Beautiful!Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-19775155736777678682014-03-03T11:05:07.397-05:002014-03-03T11:05:07.397-05:00This feels for me like a soft and subtle record of...This feels for me like a soft and subtle record of the corrosion of time, the dissolve of what seems stone and is sand.yet still is a castle, a cloud castle even, higher than a stone one could ever be. Your italicized stanza is especially powerful, a reverie, an epitaph, a poem in itself as love is a poem in our lives, which we may finish, yet return to reread, and in so doing, remember more than we once knew we had. An excellent piece, Steve, and full of the reflective mood that age and the season seems to bring.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-77441444366657416592014-03-03T11:01:18.269-05:002014-03-03T11:01:18.269-05:00there is a mystique to this that promoted foggy im...there is a mystique to this that promoted foggy images and visions dancing on the edges....revelationshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07184644795582553870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-2881315667509913912014-03-03T10:06:36.196-05:002014-03-03T10:06:36.196-05:00Full of haunting images which hover just beyond un...Full of haunting images which hover just beyond understanding of everyday thoughts. A poem from 'otherwhere'...piglethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00551095980546860541noreply@blogger.com