|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Rob Littler on 01/27/12 at 12:23 PM|
...and it is, as always, the thunder that happens first...then the light...only that is not what I want my memory to record...nor mine own heart to know. Thanks for reminding me of that with your poem!
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/27/12 at 04:06 PM|
Geeeze, but I think I do know this feeling. How amazing that you thought to capture it in a poem!!
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/27/12 at 07:06 PM|
Beautiful last stanza.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/27/12 at 11:57 PM|
I'm with Gabriel. That last stanza really delivers with descriptive power, sensory delights, thoughtful conclusions.
|Posted by Dawn Davidson on 01/28/12 at 11:06 AM|
this poem makes me wonder
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/13/12 at 08:54 AM|
George, you are something else. This poem is something else. Your poems always hit the spot. The spot which is most difficult to hit. And you always hit it square, which is rare. This is another of yours which zooms in and does what all good poems do which become enmeshed with the fabric of the ones who are reading.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/28/12 at 11:18 AM|
Quite profound George. The whole things sprarkles in a way we all can relate.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/28/12 at 11:22 AM|
Oops...that should have been sparkles!
|Posted by Lori Blair on 03/18/12 at 07:58 PM|
just lovely George...wonderfully written and expressed
|Posted by Ken Harnisch on 03/21/12 at 05:57 AM|
Oh, i can relate to this one, George...first line to last...just superb poetry!
|Posted by Veronica Phoenics on 12/09/13 at 07:27 AM|
absolutely brilliant! the last stanza will stay with me for the rest of the day, just magic.