|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/03/09 at 09:05 PM|
Great story here Chris. I feel that people with Down syndrome are pure in heart and spirit. I can't think who else could pull of an adoptive personality this way...and what a great choice. If we do not show love and support to all people with disabilities, we are probably the one that are truely disabled. Delighted. Thanks.
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/03/09 at 11:32 PM|
...Chris, i stand applauding you, still standing...a quilt of life's factors make us all and i am bettered by watching you speak of him/you/us in the same breath, my Jaime is your Elvis, hats off to ya.
|Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 08/04/09 at 12:27 AM|
hear hear! fantastic piece chris! an amazing capture of a short period of time.
|Posted by Carissa Dewey on 08/04/09 at 01:48 AM|
I enjoy reading and writing poems that deal with short moments in life. They always carry a strong presence on paper. This poem is a perfect example of this. I really enjoyed your thoughts.
|Posted by Jon-Jacob F Deal on 08/04/09 at 06:30 AM|
I am always impressed with how many ideas can be encapsulated in one crystallized moment. They just need a little reflection in order to be teased out. Great job.
|Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 08/04/09 at 12:57 PM|
very intense and well written, exposing some complex reactionary emotions, almost like a yin-yang:to be like him/to be not like him,compassion/sympathy...so many facets expressed here and i enjoyed reading very much
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/08/09 at 12:52 AM|
While tempted to be condescending toward mentally challenged, I too wish I could take life as simply and direct. You've written a compassionate view of Down's Syndrome.
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/08/09 at 05:04 PM|
I'm on this bus right with you, Chris. Kudos to you. Kudos.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/09/09 at 03:02 AM|
"of this rock star without a guitar" - you've described one of those special people, and I like how you are aware of how you perceive him. Great last stanza. THank you.
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/15/09 at 11:41 PM|
Well, I must confess (believing that you are not particularly sentimental) that there is mist in my eyes after reading this. What a scene you make, of course in your poem, but more touching to me... you on the #37 an urbane and sensitive observer also gifted with the pen... and you... perhaps ... just another nameless commuter - an audience of singular gift... I tip my fingers to you and to Elvis. Beautiful poem, Chris. Thank you, my friend.
|Posted by David Hill on 09/07/09 at 03:18 PM|
I like the details, which make it easy to picture this colorful character. He is a local celebrity, and likely experiences an isolation similar to the famous.
He appears to have escped some of society's constraints. It is interesting to think about how much I\we unconciously conform.
This piece feels very real.
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 09/07/09 at 05:47 PM|
Congrats on an excellent potd. Thanks.