tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post2489898739801736791..comments2023-07-20T13:36:04.197-06:00Comments on La Parola Vivace: New Poem: Dark Horses, Dark Angels, DVerse Open Link NightJenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-64235130120989124492011-09-21T23:08:48.848-06:002011-09-21T23:08:48.848-06:00Jenne..I really enjoyed the interplay between the ...Jenne..I really enjoyed the interplay between the two sections.. the second providing a sharp and tangy counterpoint to the first. Beautiful word combos jump up regularly and demand attention. The reference to poems as peppermints on your tongue..rolling..tasting...and the bite into choc-coated cherries..delish..<br /><br />My fave section though are the first two stanzas of the second section which were, for me, spot-lit.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-60368282236819388722011-09-21T12:37:13.745-06:002011-09-21T12:37:13.745-06:00Jenne, your cllections of words are absolutely bea...Jenne, your cllections of words are absolutely beautiful and I think your imagination must be beyond compare! What a beautiful image I just had of you sitting in a soft light, "rolling" this poem while listening to Anna Netrebko. I don't know how to describe that, I mean it's not romantic but it's right up there on that highest level.. You mentionned gladness before describing your mother's death and that made me happy in a way, that you are at peace. And the second part of your poem is absolute art. World class Jenne... just wonderful....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-32067124763911247032011-09-21T12:08:50.531-06:002011-09-21T12:08:50.531-06:00"Some of us took a knitting needle
In the eye..."Some of us took a knitting needle<br />In the eye in the womb"<br /><br />Those lines stood out for me. The world is not kind to those who have taken a serious blow in the beginning of life. Mention it and they're likely to tell you you're making excuses for failure, you need to roll w/the punches, pick yourself up by the bootstraps, make your own future, etc. Sometimes, we bide our time in silence and darkness, dreaming of roaring through in the end.Mark Kerstetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13307987573435067415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-3416762739927590682011-09-21T08:16:15.672-06:002011-09-21T08:16:15.672-06:00Wow! This is such an amazingly powerful piece of w...Wow! This is such an amazingly powerful piece of writing about the bohemian spirit. I think the image that will remain with me for a long time is that of the old woman who defiantly dies in the chair at the beauty salon, but there is so much more to this piece than an individual story.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-11313057479556868042011-09-20T19:58:27.289-06:002011-09-20T19:58:27.289-06:00Another amazing poem Jenne. I feel that I need a b...Another amazing poem Jenne. I feel that I need a book of your poems to read again and again to better appreciate/understand/digest some of your lines.Ann Grenierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13501522748426995035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-36987740599438212042011-09-20T17:13:28.950-06:002011-09-20T17:13:28.950-06:00Dark horses, dark angels indeed. They push you out...Dark horses, dark angels indeed. They push you out into the sunshine where the world is lighting its leaves to flame, to inflame your mind and your imagination. Your sadness burns like a transformative flame that lights the soul and provides comfort and shows the way - through dark woods and along rocky cliffs. We all travel those dark paths and pray for sunshine or candles at the very least. <br />Always well written! G.Beachannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08638256396472533685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-28865969058013188042011-09-20T15:34:52.721-06:002011-09-20T15:34:52.721-06:00The whole of that first section is a rush of stron...The whole of that first section is a rush of strong imagery, its last stanza especially evocative in its implications. I could see the poem ending there. However, I like a lot the the opening of II; the lack of punctuation in that first line allows the line to be read at least three different ways, before the poem moves on to the gentle "I whisper to myself". Just those first two lines could stand for the entire section, leaving some ambiguity that would strengthen the impression of the poem overall. In III, you're back with very strong visual imagery that maintains power through the end of the third stanza. As always, the informed reader comes away marveling at how you work can work in a reference to Anna Netrebko with a mention of Mata Hari.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-60376356319523429052011-09-20T15:08:41.529-06:002011-09-20T15:08:41.529-06:00Great piece, really vivid imagery through as you s...Great piece, really vivid imagery through as you spin a storied tale, nice!Pat Hatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745293224202430152noreply@blogger.com