|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 01/22/12 at 08:26 PM|
I fear we can never plug all te wholes m'lady. They are part of a life we struggle to make what we wish it would be and life has a way of throwing reality up at us we least expect it. You have a way with words that I really enjoy and I feel the fear in them. Re-running the reel has never worked for me. One must 'stay the course' or try to change it and sometimes that is impossible to do. I have one advantage over you. My reel has run about as long as I could expect it to and it will be time sooner than I wish for a different projectionist to take over.
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/24/12 at 05:55 AM|
Oh Shannon!! This is perfect!!!
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/24/12 at 05:56 AM|
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/26/12 at 02:16 PM|
I don't have to wonder a moment to know immediately that this poem resonates deeply in me. Shannon, you have captured and expressed and rendered beauty in the moment for all of us to see.
|Posted by Laura Doom on 01/28/12 at 10:59 AM|
Your words and structure make a fine couplet with enviable six-appeal...
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/29/12 at 07:39 AM|
And a moment of poignant nostalgia. Both graphic in portrayal and symbolism.
|Posted by Lori Blair on 03/17/12 at 08:42 PM|
and then what a strange year of weather it has been, yes? great write and visually I can see and nearly taste those words..Excellent!