| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Leah Laiben on 08/14/09 at 01:55 PM Felt like I was slowly coming to the surface as I read this! Nice. I love the line: "...risking the fridge and the house..." Risking not just where we live, but what we eat. Love it. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/14/09 at 04:10 PM ...glenn, a worthy write of any frame...quite a lil tromp thru "our" backyards of our minds/ways/means etc...great capture of a human being human... |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/14/09 at 05:40 PM I love the whole idea here. And what an ending...no matter how a reader might fancy to take this, it brings things of the heart, the soul, from the deeps of life and the history of that life. Excellent, my friend. Thanks. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/14/09 at 06:22 PM I'm not sure I get the full connection of the analogy Glenn, but sometimes it doesn't matter. I really enjoyed this just the same for its choice of words, construction, and resulting expression. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/15/09 at 01:12 AM I am carried along breathless in this - I cannot wait to read what comes next. One of your best - descriptions that resonate. "Finding themselves in their stories
shedding volumes of shame
tears and whimperings
these beautiful old sinners
reach the surface
and breathe." - Just marvelous. Thank you.
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| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 08/15/09 at 02:51 PM Stories are what we remember of life. Not the flotsam and jetsam of facts and figures. This is a twice-told tale both ambiguous and ubiquitous. Well done Glenn. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/16/09 at 10:54 PM Great analogy! Whether beautiful or not, "old sinners" rise to the surface and breathe through their stories. Great writing! |
