tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post2498384956236937760..comments2023-12-05T23:02:28.580-05:00Comments on Excursions and Diversions: Soon AutumnSteve Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818671944215117618noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-44398761550704279772011-10-20T10:56:24.267-04:002011-10-20T10:56:24.267-04:00incredible expression here.
well done.incredible expression here.<br /><br />well done.Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05532576755186051550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-37710221748287138112011-10-20T05:55:24.153-04:002011-10-20T05:55:24.153-04:00this is a lovely poem that goes to the heart of th...this is a lovely poem that goes to the heart of the more mature person…LOL<br />Well written in rhyme and the rhythm slides along nicely.<br />very good piece on aging. thank you.tinkwelbornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14163026661564191285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-102039129695686202011-10-19T15:53:16.409-04:002011-10-19T15:53:16.409-04:00Like autumn the years fly by. Great write.
Melan...Like autumn the years fly by. Great write.<br /><br /><br />MelanieCassiopeia Riseshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02625091389788114012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-84264681335100966842011-10-19T11:36:29.566-04:002011-10-19T11:36:29.566-04:00I adore those last three lines: "it is an umb...I adore those last three lines: "it is an umber of the heart,<br />a rising shadow in the soul<br />no springtime may erase." Perfect image to utilize for that feeling of the rising void. Graceful, reflective piece, with some strong lines and interesting considerations...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-36046976703444490812011-10-18T22:53:44.589-04:002011-10-18T22:53:44.589-04:00I often worry with filling the void properly. It&#...I often worry with filling the void properly. It's something I think of often. Excellent expression here.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01547380098561803645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-84929693570153874422011-10-18T22:25:59.971-04:002011-10-18T22:25:59.971-04:00A rising shadow in the soul no springtime can eras...A rising shadow in the soul no springtime can erase..yes there comes a time when the seasons matter less and time wearies the bones...some sadness in this poem, but poignantly lovely. A fine piece, Steve!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-50023983668751771172011-10-18T21:06:51.839-04:002011-10-18T21:06:51.839-04:00A beautiful, reflective work and the last stanza i...A beautiful, reflective work and the last stanza is shimmering.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-90862547800323947952011-10-18T18:33:57.293-04:002011-10-18T18:33:57.293-04:00ah i want to finger every page between here and th...ah i want to finger every page between here and there and maybe slow down at a passage or two just to savor the words but the older i get the faster they seem to turn...nice write steveBrian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-80725300100665397822011-10-18T17:14:53.049-04:002011-10-18T17:14:53.049-04:00Lovely! But my bones have grown weary, and my vita...Lovely! But my bones have grown weary, and my vitality is waning. Seems I've become taken with reading of lives, rather than living one! lol This was a favorite for me today.Tashtoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15847190224960829574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-51686724285905024462011-10-18T17:00:51.795-04:002011-10-18T17:00:51.795-04:00I love the nostalgic lines.. but I do weep for eac...I love the nostalgic lines.. but I do weep for each passing moment, not truly lived deeply and well. The autumn is coming, inevitably, hopefully each year it comes later, than sooner.Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03330793338813508704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-91664788331936273322011-10-18T15:50:02.003-04:002011-10-18T15:50:02.003-04:00This is graceful and true...the years are flying b...This is graceful and true...the years are flying by ...I feel it more and more.ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-82775433033825024662011-10-18T15:22:11.758-04:002011-10-18T15:22:11.758-04:00There is a coming autumn, true,
but not there in t...There is a coming autumn, true,<br />but not there in the bones:<br />it is an umber of the heart,<br />a rising shadow in the soul...agree with pat - captured with such grace steve...and i too feel the years fly by more and more, the older i get..Claudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-2131366892623533302011-10-18T14:39:26.041-04:002011-10-18T14:39:26.041-04:00amazing...amazing...Jingle Poetry At Olive Gardenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14591535202657302861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912094816780327975.post-55469054687221763612011-10-18T12:51:08.533-04:002011-10-18T12:51:08.533-04:00Captured it with such grace, surely spring or any ...Captured it with such grace, surely spring or any other will not erase.Pat Hatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745293224202430152noreply@blogger.com