tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post6485067434951434974..comments2024-02-15T09:32:45.091-08:00Comments on life whispers: the world goes onMarcoantonio Arellano (Nene)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10713672589582754484noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-79639486195330235052016-01-26T23:02:55.574-08:002016-01-26T23:02:55.574-08:00gracias mi amiga for visiting. i hope that my poem...gracias mi amiga for visiting. i hope that my poem or free verse is more impacting then just flipping through television stations because that action is a willful choice of escape. my piece is intending on recognizing the reality of life, not by choice. once again gracias for your interaction.Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene)https://www.blogger.com/profile/10713672589582754484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-36896954134497587612016-01-25T18:05:38.700-08:002016-01-25T18:05:38.700-08:00Confronting – as it should be.Confronting – as it should be.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-86117679952257349832016-01-25T17:48:59.920-08:002016-01-25T17:48:59.920-08:00We think it is terrible time, it is in another pla...We think it is terrible time, it is in another place, it must be stopped but this never happens. The daisies will still keep on growing and life will go on but as for humanity learning any lessons that is a road too far. Excellent write.Old Egghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14727444489103758018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-49264775880898104732016-01-25T15:26:35.971-08:002016-01-25T15:26:35.971-08:00I agree. this is the poetic equivalent of flipping...I agree. this is the poetic equivalent of flipping through news channels to land on a nature program that reminds us that life goes on regardless of our personal tragedies. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755415337200745414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-40635999207857413832016-01-25T06:03:59.893-08:002016-01-25T06:03:59.893-08:00It's hard to integrate the screaming child jus...It's hard to integrate the screaming child just like in real life, but I liked the way you shocked us to see. colleenhttp://looseleafnotes.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-68485537639335097112016-01-25T04:16:11.617-08:002016-01-25T04:16:11.617-08:00yes, this is how the day will go, with help and su...yes, this is how the day will go, with help and support from friends and strangers. despite the disturbing scenes, this is a poem with a hopeful message. dsnake1https://www.blogger.com/profile/08724264906690080704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-62656093111736688512016-01-25T02:05:43.357-08:002016-01-25T02:05:43.357-08:00this poem celebrates life and laments the loss of ...this poem celebrates life and laments the loss of it with an ease that makes depth of understanding its phases without trauma as a reader. As a reader i am left with acceptance rather than torture<br /><br /><br />much love...Gillena Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-15020336785983341602016-01-24T17:39:24.407-08:002016-01-24T17:39:24.407-08:00this felt like something I'd watch on TV going...this felt like something I'd watch on TV going on in another country. It made me try and find the connection between the horror and the beauty...as your poem does that so hauntingly. Nicholas https://www.blogger.com/profile/05252355730748268069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-913327026602036262016-01-24T17:30:52.737-08:002016-01-24T17:30:52.737-08:00I like this. It is a touching poem about life'...I like this. It is a touching poem about life's tragedies and hopes. I enjoyed reading this so much, especially the last stanza.Myrna R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-71268613317210228492016-01-24T14:39:38.967-08:002016-01-24T14:39:38.967-08:00I like the way this poem sees everything around it...I like the way this poem sees everything around it......the touching stanza about the homeless man and his faithful dog........the burned child, her dead parents.........and, thankfully, a good heart who sees it all and puts it into a poem.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-16662276115178026072016-01-24T14:09:44.618-08:002016-01-24T14:09:44.618-08:00its purple peddles praise the sky as
the wind swa...its purple peddles praise the sky as <br />the wind sways them to and fro<br />this is how the day will go <br /><br />Most profound!Sanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-41887347516365489692016-01-24T13:48:21.373-08:002016-01-24T13:48:21.373-08:00Too many days like that! The stanzas about the in...Too many days like that! The stanzas about the indigent and about the child were heart-wrenching!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-75079356190007262972016-01-24T13:03:42.420-08:002016-01-24T13:03:42.420-08:00Such a very strong message here....I agree. I asp...Such a very strong message here....I agree. I aspire to be more like the lily...to give support and not turn a blind eye. Very compelling poem!Donna@LivingFromHappinesshttp://www.livingfromhappiness.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-83518194495728297832016-01-24T11:39:12.441-08:002016-01-24T11:39:12.441-08:00So disturbing events happen all around us.. we nee...So disturbing events happen all around us.. we need to be more like the lily giving support to the daisy.. instead we look away when children suffer... I feel this poem in my heart...brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.com