| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/07/07 at 02:49 AM Hmmm When the messenger becomes the message. Fascinating concept! |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 07/07/07 at 08:58 AM I always enjoy your work and the "slant" you take on observing life. I also happen to believe you do become a poem, as I constantly find myself looking for alliteration, meters and the" Found Poems" of life. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/07/07 at 08:05 PM but if the poem stops writing and just is... then what are we to do with out it? the poet or the poem, i guess in this case they're one in the same... uh, my mind is boggled... |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 07/07/07 at 08:50 PM interesting point to ponder... indeed.. aloha |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 07/11/07 at 07:51 PM Chris, when nature surrounds me and I'm in a calm, safe place - yes, you've described it perfectly. Excellent.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 07/11/07 at 09:59 PM This is beautifully captured and inspirational. I just love that breath when in the exact center of living a poetic moment the exhalation of an exuberant exaltation:
Now THIS is poetry!
Such is life. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/15/07 at 04:29 AM And to this, I tip my pen! —Amen!
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| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 07/15/07 at 04:42 PM " .. Each day a new set of stanzas
Breathing in slanted rhyme
When one lives poetry .." ... so well phrased. The poet, the poem ... all in one. I really like this, Chris. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 07/16/07 at 09:50 PM Chris, this is to be one of my Fav's, your concept beautifully expressed and in doing so you are the poet living the poem as is anyone doing what he or she loves to do...there are moments in life that are truly poetic. smh |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/03/07 at 10:48 PM But what if it's the message that makes the messenger? But I do see that sometimes, the words themselves cannot speak of it. I love the expression of your observations. |
