| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/07/09 at 11:14 PM ...glenn, i was kicking dirt clods when i stumble onto to this gem...one too heavy to kick so i carried it as i strode down your country lane, i weighed the clod, it became lighter as i walked, my feet airier...the pome floated away so lightly, so lovely...i wanted to be nestled into each scene, i heard the railroad tracks, the dust, glenn, there are too many things to say that have to do with how superb this is, i'll stop, you know , like your building, it's 10 thousand feet tall. |
| Posted by Colleen Sperry on 09/07/09 at 11:18 PM wow Glenn.. this is brilliant.. love your word usage .. great imagery |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 09/08/09 at 03:00 AM You have found that "triggering" town(s), and its
stories are told in your wonderful images and ideas. Feelings are conjured and are at once bucolic and maudlin. A real keeper. Thank you. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/08/09 at 05:27 AM I even like the premise for this poem. The pictures that pop into view as I read each line, guiding my mind's eye to another place and time. As we say in the South, "another goodern!". |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/09/09 at 12:57 AM A wonderfully refreshing way to relate vacation times. Brings back memories! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/11/09 at 02:25 AM You make travel photos unnecessary with these vivid snapshots, the leather aroma, the threadbare smock of the tearful mother, and the "old wedding gown" stanza is just inspired. Thanks for letting us travel with you. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 09/11/09 at 06:27 PM I like your poem Glenn. We call red lights CharMin lights. With out fail I always have
to stop at every light...CharMin |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/12/09 at 10:49 AM it is amazing how ghosts can haunt us at our respite, paused momentarily twixt our destinations and our starting points. and to gather these remarkable ghostly insights and reminiscences is indeed a treasure for all ghost gatherers to share. |
| Posted by Joe David on 09/13/09 at 04:50 AM I love the evocative simile of the cast off wedding gown. The echoing sound of big band music from another era really adds to the feeling; the old boarded up abandoned hotel, occupied now only by ghosts and fondly remembered by those old enough to have known the life that once was. Truly exquisite. |
| Posted by William Brunk on 09/23/09 at 08:29 PM echoes, goodman, bonnie and clyde. great imagery |
