Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Stephan Anstey on 07/14/10 at 06:02 PM that penultimate stanza whacks hard. nicely done my friend. |
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 07/14/10 at 06:34 PM In that beautiful, silent world of choice things often seem worth the risk. And the pleasure of risk is in the control needed to ride it with assurance. Ny choosing a certain path (or having one chosen for us) several others are not chosen, and maybe, opportunity for something different is lest at the street level, and can never reach the door to knock. Whether I'm way off base or not, I think this is expertly written, and feels (to me) like a poetic counterpart to the graphic novel. Delighted. Thanks. |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 07/14/10 at 11:14 PM ...i was wonderin' how you really feel? seem pretty iffy...great strong write, even-keeled throughout. in the end the mystery has a still deeper mystery, eh? |
Posted by Colleen Sperry on 07/15/10 at 01:05 AM very interesting write.. the last two lines were very powerful .. |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/15/10 at 02:35 AM If this is personal and a real physical condition, then my prayers are with you. The bond with the mother is so strong here - I like how you've tied her into this in several places. Such a vivid weaving of past and present, the tension is palpable. |
Posted by Ken Harnisch on 07/15/10 at 04:10 AM One of your most searing poems, George, and like the others, I hope all is well...because the words bespeak a significant darkness even if they are profound. |
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/15/10 at 11:55 AM When I learned to go contrary the flow of what was dubbed normal, I felt a wonderful release from such sayings as would bridle life such as life imitating art or vice versa. I think nothing repeats or imitates anything else, and everything has its own unique face and rhythm and space and expression, as does this poem which is wonderful in its own right, and living apart from any other. |
Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/15/10 at 01:51 PM I feel this poem deeply, a personal significance bonds me to it. You write just as the mind/soul/heartache understands ::: and I thank you. |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/15/10 at 06:39 PM That opening stanza is what does it for me. You've got a talent with colors. Wonderful stuff, man. Just amazing. |
Posted by Tim D Livingston on 07/16/10 at 04:09 AM Profoundly sad, brilliantly done. The title is perfect. The confusion and internal bleeding of both you and your loved one is so achingly well-portrayed |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/17/10 at 02:34 PM Well expressed. Nice to know that I'm not alone in my aloneness, especially since my own mother passed 9 months ago (already) as of tomorrow. |
Posted by Therese Elaine on 07/17/10 at 04:39 PM We cannot all reach that fine winter departure, the state of cool, white, oblivious peace after a lifetime of the violence of colour...sometimes it is in that autumn time, of burnt umber leaves and the scarlet of overripe apples, of gold shifting from longingly pale to brassy and cheap, sometimes in that season we are harvested, and the moon becomes blooded with this year's sacrifice, and we let go when this aggressive sunset beckons, content to know that we feed the living... |
Posted by Paul Lastovica on 07/18/10 at 01:11 AM it's the only cure, yes. the only true out. not sometimes... alltimes. Rattled to core i am - reliving every death in the family, even those from when i was too young to comprehend. |
Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/21/10 at 12:31 AM amazing! from start to finish! i don't know what else to say. |
Posted by Joan Serratelli on 07/23/10 at 09:13 PM I whole heartedly agree- a wonderful piece- thanks! |