tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post7552108397719012448..comments2024-02-15T09:32:45.091-08:00Comments on life whispers: lilacs in the fieldMarcoantonio Arellano (Nene)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10713672589582754484noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-29422285549950286022013-06-11T08:11:18.104-07:002013-06-11T08:11:18.104-07:00Have received much positive feedback on this piece...Have received much positive feedback on this piece. My thoughts were with intentions of creating an imagination by a child. I know that lilacs don't grow in fields but when you're a child with moments of reverie everything grows in your field.<br /><br />Thank you to those of you who traveled here with meMarcoantonio Arellano (Nene)https://www.blogger.com/profile/10713672589582754484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-38297657795711546402013-06-04T20:25:55.091-07:002013-06-04T20:25:55.091-07:00Marco, this speaks of the innocence of childhood f...Marco, this speaks of the innocence of childhood friendship. Sometimes it blooms into love, but my "clammy hand" held that of my best friend, John, a gay ex-priest. We are still always there for each other.<br /><br />The afterlife reference... it sounds as though you lost this companion. I hope it's not autobiographical, but if it is, my heart aches for you. Such an expressive poem. Peace, AmySharp Little Pencilhttp://sharplittlepencil.com/2013/06/04/living-with-it/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-18692014764708763632013-06-03T20:04:38.648-07:002013-06-03T20:04:38.648-07:00the two clammy hands beneath the red blood sky...
...the two clammy hands beneath the red blood sky...<br /><br />and the ending stanza... tore my heart out! A very special poem of friendship, of love.Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-66922203570144300962013-06-03T09:50:52.929-07:002013-06-03T09:50:52.929-07:00I specially like the ending verse, there is calm a...I specially like the ending verse, there is calm and gratitude in your words ~Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-40883217242694615472013-06-03T09:08:47.216-07:002013-06-03T09:08:47.216-07:00Like the two little clammy hands hanging on to eac...Like the two little clammy hands hanging on to each other..<br />Can smell the scent of lilacws coming in thru my open window. Nice one.Janine Bolléehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09857073674960699155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-64004649999365843302013-06-03T08:33:04.456-07:002013-06-03T08:33:04.456-07:00oh, that is sweet...oh, that is sweet...TexWisGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13641962051044162710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539648450943682539.post-41563032769275451232013-06-03T07:35:14.284-07:002013-06-03T07:35:14.284-07:00Oh I can see those two little friends, lying midst...Oh I can see those two little friends, lying midst the lilacs and the wheat under a golden sun. Beautiful, my friend.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.com