|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/16/09 at 03:54 PM|
...the person there
never really known
till long after
we’ve said hello...deeply well said! animas expressing itself.
|Posted by Alisa Js on 02/19/09 at 03:30 AM|
interesting food for thought..thanks for sharing
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/20/09 at 01:17 AM|
Those risks... they're mighty scary. Yet, oh, the bridges, how lovely. Like this poem.
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/20/09 at 06:21 PM|
Interesting piece and very tru. I love the last stanza. I will probably go to my grave never knowing exactly ho I am or why I existed. Thans for this wnderful write!
|Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 02/20/09 at 10:33 PM|
Ah but the journey, and the chances taken and the reinventions along the way, and as we age we start to look within through exploration and hopefully ask the deeper questions, provoked somehow by thoughts such as these poems per se. smh
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/21/09 at 11:13 PM|
You express so well the universal insecurity of moving forward, of reaching out, of walking into the unknown.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/24/09 at 12:47 PM|
this poem hinges on human truth and that is why it will not lapse within my heart, but therein that organ it is as anchored as an Isle.