| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 12/10/05 at 05:29 AM somehow I am still breathing after I arrive into your timberland. I think it helps me find my way through these woods. and I do believe you mean every word you say, oh writer. —Jill (the one upon your sill) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/12/05 at 01:15 AM The serendipitous occasion when writer and reader coincide is wonderful! That is what this succinct definition means to me. |
| Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 12/12/05 at 05:11 PM Yes ma'am. I feel it is a wonderful moment when someone puts it better than I did. They may understand what I am saying better than I do. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 12/14/05 at 09:31 PM The poem is created both by the reader and the writer. It is different each time it is read. A relationship forms between the sender and the receiver so that an infinite loop of feedback is constantly causing the words to shape the soul and mind. Very eloquent.... thanks for sharing. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 04/08/07 at 04:26 AM Oh, for sure. Now why didn't I think of that? ;-)Very well said Laura.
~Chelle~ |
