tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post6423038213907979566..comments2023-07-20T13:36:04.197-06:00Comments on La Parola Vivace: Touched: A Prose-PoemJenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-92167563921163735722012-03-21T13:47:13.288-06:002012-03-21T13:47:13.288-06:00I always find a part of me if not all of me lurkin...I always find a part of me if not all of me lurking in the corners of your poems. Usually the part I keep covered in dust, something only you can make poetic, something I think needs trashing, but as you state here even though it's something small like some mardigras beads that someone tossed me at the end of one sunny St. Pat's, I keep them thinking to give them, wear them, use them another sunny day. This poem speaks of spring and the American spring which politically speaking is feeling repressive. Thank you for the freshness of your words.Beachannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08638256396472533685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-70682388459860463032012-03-20T21:41:14.859-06:002012-03-20T21:41:14.859-06:00I don't know who told you that you needed psyc...I don't know who told you that you needed psychotherapy but they are wrong about the role that poetry in a person's life. This prose poem reveals someone with both imagination and deep awareness of themselves and how life has molds its imprint into out bodies, our psyches, our selves, whatever the latter might be. I do sadness here, anger, but not resentment. I see intelliegence grappling with what life has dealt it and making a song, not so much of lament as of a map of territory explored, boundaries seen and crossed, new frontiers ahead.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-3042084707028391772012-03-20T17:13:59.706-06:002012-03-20T17:13:59.706-06:00time catches us all...and in it the remeberance of...time catches us all...and in it the remeberance of all that has come before...the turning to not getting hurt or not opening again to it makes me sad a bit...as if we are giving in....Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-12665286721649279312012-03-20T17:05:19.282-06:002012-03-20T17:05:19.282-06:00This was a tough read, you really brought the terr...This was a tough read, you really brought the terrible acts to life.Pat Hatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745293224202430152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-91284374414992472272012-03-20T16:05:22.644-06:002012-03-20T16:05:22.644-06:00You are not just the poet. You are the poem.You are not just the poet. You are the poem.Timoteohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08351410966396854582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-9220879059213935082012-03-20T15:50:10.913-06:002012-03-20T15:50:10.913-06:00I am taken by the chaff in the corners and by the ...I am taken by the chaff in the corners and by the chaff of the life lived--consuming and then tossing an object, a person, oneself, aside--<br /><br />such an effective piece of writing--Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-17620224814406834962012-03-19T04:47:34.736-06:002012-03-19T04:47:34.736-06:00Oh Jen, I am weeping. For the cruel twists, for t...Oh Jen, I am weeping. For the cruel twists, for the inevitbality of time, but most of all for the crushing of a soul whose worth cannot be measured.Zoe Francescahttp://zoe-moonlightandshadows.blogspot.com.au/2012/03/just-fence.htmlnoreply@blogger.com