|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 07/15/12 at 01:13 PM|
I enjoyed this Chris. I must say though in todays world I do believe I've seen romances go further faster than the time it took to read. But then some wouldn't call it romance.
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/15/12 at 04:35 PM|
You're one of the storytelling kings, man. One of the great ones.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/16/12 at 12:23 AM|
I enjoyed this - especially the "checkered backgrounds" stanza. It feels like real life and your half full ending says a lot about what you take away from these experiences. Solid.
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/16/12 at 01:57 AM|
I think you're right about feeling like kids, and I love that part!
|Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 07/16/12 at 04:31 PM|
"a little bit of somethings/is better than nothing at all" ....and sometimes those little bits of somethings, that come to an early end, only open and warm us up for even better somethings.... Definitely reads like real life!
|Posted by Don Matley on 07/16/12 at 08:04 PM|
Great writing Chris. You capture well the scary bliss of bittersweet love; the desire to take it slow and savour the warmth and intimacy...you are riding high and boom the door slams into your face.
You capture and depict this 'tranche de vie', this 'rite of passage'even for the less young so very well. Tks.
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 07/21/12 at 06:42 PM|
We must love or die. We spend so much of our time trying to figure out who loves us and who hates us. We must learn that to be in love is to touch things with a lighter hand. In ourselves we stretch, we are well. Delighted. Thanks.
|Posted by Ken Harnisch on 07/24/12 at 05:31 AM|
Oh man...a superb story, rendered beautifully first word to last!
|Posted by Paul Lastovica on 07/25/12 at 12:59 AM|
ah, better to have loved and lost...
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/14/13 at 10:57 AM|
this tugs at the heart to read. agreeing to be friends, not lovers? it seems an impossible equation, particularly if one of the parties is still in love and must sacrifice that love and yet how does one kill love in one in order to be friends? isn't the idea to fall in love and not in friendship?