tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post4104825299757690324..comments2023-07-20T13:36:04.197-06:00Comments on La Parola Vivace: A Poem for Thursday, Magpie and Carry On Tuesday Challenges....Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-59013755546088874142011-03-12T19:40:18.683-07:002011-03-12T19:40:18.683-07:00This is an exquisite poem, I can breathe the atmos...This is an exquisite poem, I can breathe the atmosphere, my fingers are sticky with scooping the garlic, so palpable and real.Semaphorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16945917520773585129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-24968153420317904252011-03-12T06:17:30.805-07:002011-03-12T06:17:30.805-07:00nice. love the wraparound to the garlic tying up n...nice. love the wraparound to the garlic tying up nicely with a bow...tears of rapture, mmm...fine bit of story telling here jenBrian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-85311612772914984702011-03-11T13:05:13.614-07:002011-03-11T13:05:13.614-07:00This was an ambitious undertaking, but you pulled ...This was an ambitious undertaking, but you pulled it off! Recreates the Mediterranean very evocatively.Lucy Westenrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12787225228788303013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-48089492875030240722011-03-11T09:33:11.970-07:002011-03-11T09:33:11.970-07:00Ah Scylla, scintilla of the entire ocean, leaping ...Ah Scylla, scintilla of the entire ocean, leaping up through the taste of garlic on a lover's tongue, in the cooking rapture of the loins. Such a fine, measured, tasteful, earthy, sea-deep song. The Romans would place cuculattus -- fish-riding cupidon -- on gravestones, marking perhaps the passage of eros through a life and on into the void, sounding down like Scylla when she pierced the woven blue ... How wonderful ... BrendanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-60112346725406524222011-03-11T08:53:14.188-07:002011-03-11T08:53:14.188-07:00This is what I remember
Now, all of them cloistere...This is what I remember<br />Now, all of them cloistered <br />In simplicity and resolve<br />Like the purposeful garlic bulb, <br />In the window basket<br /><br />And so the memories will continue to flower...<br />Great Magpie.Jinksyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01686101468214361004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-27968474127239567252011-03-10T11:20:21.649-07:002011-03-10T11:20:21.649-07:00There is a long tradition of poems that merge the ...There is a long tradition of poems that merge the sensuality of food and sexuality. With its languorous Italian setting, this one works beautifully, creating a powerful sense of time and place. Superb.Dickhttp://patteran.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-80762031498630096832011-03-10T07:44:11.121-07:002011-03-10T07:44:11.121-07:00This is a really enjoyable poem, catching a variet...This is a really enjoyable poem, catching a variety of moods without overdoing any of the effects. Good.Doctor FTSEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10052101566471519778noreply@blogger.com