tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post5218764456765571047..comments2024-02-15T09:32:45.091-08:00Comments on life whispers: life for her and meMarcoantonio Arellano (Nene)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10713672589582754484noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-34934033740749922322016-11-20T22:51:55.905-08:002016-11-20T22:51:55.905-08:00Seasons come and go, let it flow.....Seasons come and go, let it flow.....Dr. Vandana Sharmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07812039483229217149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-34771087203143343882016-11-20T21:29:06.867-08:002016-11-20T21:29:06.867-08:00A beautiful prayer. May it be so!A beautiful prayer. May it be so!Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-26081743429342609532016-11-20T20:53:02.129-08:002016-11-20T20:53:02.129-08:00This poem is both beautiful and sad and being one ...This poem is both beautiful and sad and being one who has gone through such a situation I can empathize fully. Being there just showing your love seems insufficient but they just need you to be there and not alone.Old Egghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14727444489103758018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-2681252481474676522016-11-20T17:21:06.074-08:002016-11-20T17:21:06.074-08:00This piece is so beautifully drawn and so deeply s...This piece is so beautifully drawn and so deeply sad and reverent and tender, I have a lump in my throat ... your words float - mistily - from the page. Blessings to you and your love. Wendy Bourkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09475940407969993348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-50968846355437595902016-11-20T11:50:37.333-08:002016-11-20T11:50:37.333-08:00Marcoantonio, I can feel the depths of your deep p...Marcoantonio, I can feel the depths of your deep pain in your poem. I understand so well how the nature of one's deep being can be in tumult. Some things like this affect one to the core, and there is no way to escape the angst. Blessings to you and her, Marco!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-5495697663724193132016-11-20T10:28:02.744-08:002016-11-20T10:28:02.744-08:00Beautifully written :)Beautifully written :)Sanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-9144867851708453212016-11-20T09:49:01.410-08:002016-11-20T09:49:01.410-08:00This is my favorite section:
"i sit here in ...This is my favorite section:<br /><br />"i sit here in my quiet cove listening<br />to the howl outside my window pane<br />as it bends the tree with an ominous<br />slurry of an angry wind and icy rain<br /><br />my heart is broken, a subtle anguish"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-74691954532521284582016-11-20T08:54:37.806-08:002016-11-20T08:54:37.806-08:00I hear you, my friend. We wish we could take our l...I hear you, my friend. We wish we could take our loved ones' pain on ourselves. It is good she has you walking with her through this. I am thinking of you both during these hard days.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-53692032661644169782016-11-20T07:58:52.460-08:002016-11-20T07:58:52.460-08:00This is a very strong poem, the way love is standi...This is a very strong poem, the way love is standing there trying to protect against that venom... somehow the burden of sickness on top of the events of the world can be overbearing brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-80386046344111571222016-11-20T06:55:06.151-08:002016-11-20T06:55:06.151-08:00Everythinbg about this is beautiful--the outer and...Everythinbg about this is beautiful--the outer and inner storm, the rhyme and meter and magnitude, and most of all the LOVE. Thank you! May we learn how our presence is balm when we think nothing is left to do. Hope all is well with you. Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-28905736263642407482016-11-20T05:52:16.442-08:002016-11-20T05:52:16.442-08:00Other than the storm raging outside one could feel...Other than the storm raging outside one could feel the inner turbulence of the speaker. Hope everything is okay with you and yours. My prayers...Sumana Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333363799083094084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-26097003572884996312016-11-20T03:32:39.813-08:002016-11-20T03:32:39.813-08:00Ah that winter angst!! Always works as a great met...Ah that winter angst!! Always works as a great metaphor. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-74844694931680506502016-11-20T03:10:29.320-08:002016-11-20T03:10:29.320-08:00The onset of winter as a feeling can be so sudden ...The onset of winter as a feeling can be so sudden and consuming - you have captured that perfectly and wonderfully here Jae Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509244123008832611noreply@blogger.com