tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post685708506145302763..comments2024-02-19T19:45:32.122-05:00Comments on Poet Mom: New PoemJanuaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13036651950996873368noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post-72531845669509467292009-04-01T00:06:00.000-04:002009-04-01T00:06:00.000-04:00I didn't really mind it :)I didn't really mind it :)Maya Ganesanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15981552119449526456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post-39982532684976977352009-03-31T12:06:00.000-04:002009-03-31T12:06:00.000-04:00i like "no day is promised," especially as part of...i like "no day is promised," especially as part of this collection of images you've assembled. so many of them each had their own promise at one point: the house/home, the bike, etc. <BR/><BR/>i stretched my napowrimo muscles, too. i think you're right about not starting cold!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post-52432371169761249152009-03-31T07:32:00.000-04:002009-03-31T07:32:00.000-04:00Thanks Ladies. Just wanted to get something on pap...Thanks Ladies. Just wanted to get something on paper in preparation for writing a poem a day.<BR/><BR/>(Maya, sorry for the swear word.)Januaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13036651950996873368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post-52983834615071801272009-03-31T01:31:00.000-04:002009-03-31T01:31:00.000-04:00I really love the imagery in this. Could've been a...I really love the imagery in this. Could've been a painting. Lovely.Maya Ganesanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15981552119449526456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post-17693748334445692692009-03-31T00:53:00.000-04:002009-03-31T00:53:00.000-04:00"Every few yards a swing set passes,free of rust, ..."Every few yards a swing set passes,<BR/>free of rust, waiting for a child<BR/>to plop her bottom on the plastic seat,<BR/>kicking her legs into the sky"<BR/><BR/>these lines are heartbreakingly beautiful. i love how you showed us the stark reality of those abandoned houses and the hope in these final lines.Odessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17397968854709642789noreply@blogger.com