tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588609008225753446.post8026312231669191350..comments2023-07-29T01:46:37.074-07:00Comments on Poetry: What Lingers When All is Said and Done (for deverse, questions of identity)Lisa A. Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11142569864419738394noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588609008225753446.post-57577138970369063472014-05-19T05:09:47.158-07:002014-05-19T05:09:47.158-07:00This really tugs at my heart strings Lisa beautifu...This really tugs at my heart strings Lisa beautifully expressed Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588609008225753446.post-23005707671387092322014-05-18T18:18:35.245-07:002014-05-18T18:18:35.245-07:00Thank you all for your lovely comments on this poe...Thank you all for your lovely comments on this poem. It was difficult to write but something I needed to confront for a long time. Lisa A. Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11142569864419738394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588609008225753446.post-19481341571204716742014-05-15T13:24:09.346-07:002014-05-15T13:24:09.346-07:00This is so poignant and beautifully written. This is so poignant and beautifully written. Other Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09189646933597252108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588609008225753446.post-18292590012720826622014-05-14T13:17:54.646-07:002014-05-14T13:17:54.646-07:00Powerful indeed - those questions that go unanswer...Powerful indeed - those questions that go unanswered, those feelings of ...guilt I suppose for not understanding... or bafflement... hard things for a child to go through. Beautiful description of loss and that gap...Marina Sofiahttp://findingtimetowrite.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588609008225753446.post-9102508227519802982014-05-14T10:55:32.422-07:002014-05-14T10:55:32.422-07:00Even now, all I have
ever learned doesn’t feed
the...Even now, all I have<br />ever learned doesn’t feed<br />the silence between the hours<br /><br />pulls me right into the poem - it is what poetry is all about "feeling" and this works.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12089267199066435918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588609008225753446.post-16098522530794310922014-05-14T04:33:23.040-07:002014-05-14T04:33:23.040-07:00My father died when I was six (I'm 62 now) and...My father died when I was six (I'm 62 now) and I still think of him and wonder what could have been. Lovely poemDebi Swimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08255928985823418669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588609008225753446.post-59015429777140432432014-05-14T03:54:33.842-07:002014-05-14T03:54:33.842-07:00Strong piece...thankfully we can break the chain a...Strong piece...thankfully we can break the chain and become better parents.ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588609008225753446.post-52203827160537834552014-05-14T02:22:12.089-07:002014-05-14T02:22:12.089-07:00the shadow or the emptiness lingers only to be fil...the shadow or the emptiness lingers only to be filled in...such an evocative piece....Sumana Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333363799083094084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588609008225753446.post-61133114702917975412014-05-13T23:40:12.077-07:002014-05-13T23:40:12.077-07:00The loneliness, the emptiness, the searching are s...The loneliness, the emptiness, the searching are so profound in this Lisa. Thankfully we can become the mothers or fathers we never had. Wonderfully written as always.Jennifer Wagnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04344877737695801883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588609008225753446.post-63964223784570247492014-05-13T23:14:05.081-07:002014-05-13T23:14:05.081-07:00The build - up with a story embedded between the l...The build - up with a story embedded between the lines - and that end - yes some days we feel all alonebrudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588609008225753446.post-8020373929629671522014-05-13T20:28:25.623-07:002014-05-13T20:28:25.623-07:00ugh, the last stanza... a bit of a jolt to the hea...ugh, the last stanza... a bit of a jolt to the heart...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588609008225753446.post-12653649145784514982014-05-13T20:26:46.204-07:002014-05-13T20:26:46.204-07:00i can't think of many harder things than a dis...i can't think of many harder things than a disconnection of parent to know who we are at ancestral core..of unconditional love...<br /><br />Even though i still have a father there is still no connection as such..<br />but made up moreover by the unconditional love of a mother...<br /><br />And when my wife's mother did pass away..back in 2006..the saddest part of all..<br />for my wife...<br />was<br />there was no love to miss..received...<br />only the failed effort to give2..not welcome to be received as such...<br /><br />But with the adversity comes the potential to love even more..<br />i keep telling my wife that is my anti-dote to a father..that could not connect with me..<br /><br />but it is harder for my wife..<br />for she neither had mother or father..to form that core of<br />ancestral unconditional love that only mothers and fathers..moreover give..<br />it seems to me...<br /><br />so i can relate..your words are truly sad as ya say...Katie Mia Frederickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01336627766755378406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588609008225753446.post-51241155910741538312014-05-13T20:09:09.648-07:002014-05-13T20:09:09.648-07:00Strong, evocative piece. This one hit home with m...Strong, evocative piece. This one hit home with me.<br />Linda Mhttp://lindamanning.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588609008225753446.post-82478847324248122262014-05-13T19:04:11.801-07:002014-05-13T19:04:11.801-07:00Those last three lines will stay with me for quite...Those last three lines will stay with me for quite awhile.Laurie Kolphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07494759781947881343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588609008225753446.post-29974701472430610022014-05-13T18:13:39.397-07:002014-05-13T18:13:39.397-07:00so sorry for your loss, in your discovery of yours...so sorry for your loss, in your discovery of yourself, perhaps you discover a bit of her as well.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588609008225753446.post-79238641213261662982014-05-13T17:02:31.639-07:002014-05-13T17:02:31.639-07:00That ending stanza just circles back to your openi...That ending stanza just circles back to your opening line of emptiness ~ My impression is that a lot of questions still remain unanswered ~<br /><br />Felt this one Lisa ~Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588609008225753446.post-65817495259072651212014-05-13T16:50:12.120-07:002014-05-13T16:50:12.120-07:00mmm those last couple lines...on trying to fill th...mmm those last couple lines...on trying to fill the shadow of the mom that is no longer there...so much emotion in that....and the need to know...to feel that kind of love that only comes from a momBrian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588609008225753446.post-45046820692039789592014-05-13T16:39:07.343-07:002014-05-13T16:39:07.343-07:00Lisa, this is full of longing--for answers, for a ...Lisa, this is full of longing--for answers, for a mother's love, I assume. There are so many aspects of this poem with which I can identify. When all is said and done, we are not alone.Victoriahttp://liv2write2day.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com