tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522720778738309123.post1774539738632840642..comments2023-06-17T04:35:45.326-04:00Comments on Strange and Potent Mixture: DuskAmi Mattisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12391930163467566669noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522720778738309123.post-62372830656810479752011-03-07T13:10:05.434-05:002011-03-07T13:10:05.434-05:00Please feel free to share 1 to 3 poems with our po...Please feel free to share 1 to 3 poems with our potluck poetry today, first time participants could use old poems or poems unrelated to our theme, Thanks..<br />Happy Monday!<br /><br />Love your blog, your poetry is impressive..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522720778738309123.post-70594787477393182282011-03-05T14:40:43.281-05:002011-03-05T14:40:43.281-05:00WE are very, very small, but still the sun keeps r...WE are very, very small, but still the sun keeps rising and we have to follow it every day, that's how life goes ... Lovely writing, creative!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522720778738309123.post-3332721399205918982011-03-03T23:07:45.970-05:002011-03-03T23:07:45.970-05:00maybe if it was not all about us...i mean you know...maybe if it was not all about us...i mean you know the universe revolving around self...and all that...smiles. the sun will rise above, but will we?Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522720778738309123.post-19018669315700336122011-03-03T21:57:39.992-05:002011-03-03T21:57:39.992-05:00"The sun stays and we move." This line ..."The sun stays and we move." This line really reached out and grabbed me. Simple, powerful piece. Loved it.Tess Kincaidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04889725786678984293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522720778738309123.post-20239666197273434802011-03-03T19:30:29.038-05:002011-03-03T19:30:29.038-05:00love the imagery...
:)love the imagery...<br />:)Hyde Park Poetry Palacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04817313233737719262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522720778738309123.post-42958605594589459302011-03-03T14:27:30.392-05:002011-03-03T14:27:30.392-05:00So what the source of the cross this poem nails us...So what the source of the cross this poem nails us to? Belief? Knowledge? Belief in knowledge? Belief in desire? Desire to believe? The illusion of centrality? Or simply these eyes, which are a charlatan's dowsing wand, incessantly shouting Here, no here, no here. The question you ask make me wonder if starry fraud is our high-water mark. Loved, it. Ami - BrendanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com