| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/10/09 at 06:24 PM "i am the ragged hem/ dragging on a little girl's
backyard ground/the tag-along in this new/
generation's song"....that's terrific, to the point, yet seemingly nostalgic. So true that life can be a lot like driving. It's hard to stay on the road if you spend too much time looking in the rearview mirror, and if you can't stop focusing on what might be around the corner, you're likely to miss the huge pothole right in front of you. Potholes or scars, guess we've all gotten a few. Some completelty disappear in theirs. Wonderful write. Thanks. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 03/10/09 at 10:17 PM I love this, it is amazing, how easy it is to view ourselves strong and confident until we are with our families and then we become the age (that age) they always make us feel....yet you paint it so well with such great metaphor. I just had this conversation yesterday with a friend and it is amazing to read it today. smh |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/11/09 at 12:26 AM Phenominal analogy for the aging process. Some of us know it all too well! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/11/09 at 01:52 AM If you don't take arthritis medicine yet I don't want to hear it. It is cute and remember how fast
you were when you get there. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 03/11/09 at 03:22 AM I completely enjoyed this... It is like Alice in Wonderland first she has long legs and huge strides ...then squishy short! Wonderful. |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 03/11/09 at 05:02 PM All those "Yo's" and "Ho's" are very effective interjections for supporting the various tones within this poem. I love how "whoa" initiates the major change in tone and sentiment. There is something magically liberating about walking alone, I think. I enjoyed this. |
| Posted by Jared Fladeland on 03/11/09 at 05:28 PM Your mom's generation? But I remember inspector gadget and a few other fun references |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/12/09 at 03:07 PM Lo! I am spirited by yon poem and am gearing up to runalongaside with you and feel the sprint of newfound favorite, preaking its way into my bones! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/13/09 at 01:53 PM when I read this, Kristina, I still sense in you, the strength of the Amazon. and still at your filly and at your peak and ever up to speed. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/14/09 at 03:11 PM Pardon the cliché Kristina, but a higly spirited and a pleasure to read. Excellent use of the walking, potholes in metaphor to symbolize the trip through life. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 04/05/09 at 08:28 PM Well, this one made me lose my balance. Any reference to *the hunt* assails me with incredulity and revulsion -- impossible to reconcile myself to aspects of social attitudes and behaviours associated with previous generations. Sound poetic commentary though :> |
