Recent Reviews for Diana J Legun
Charlotte In February (Short Story) - 2/25/2013 6:16:34 AM|
Aw! So very sweet and touching...thanks for sharing, Diana...
Charlotte In February (Short Story) - 2/23/2013 1:32:12 PM
a very tender story
Charlotte In February (Short Story) - 2/23/2013 11:45:55 AM
Her gift to you Diana, although she may not be
able to express much it can be seen solely here...
Love and Light
Angels from Heaven - Demons from Hell (Short Story) - 2/23/2013 11:42:35 AM
Those who are gifted know :) For they have seen
the place of what many all heaven where we transition
from this earthly plain to the next... then there are
those who are overly skeptical being the doubting Thomas's of life...
who poo poo many a thing...
But we as humans are truly the Yin and the Yang for balance
is utmost important...
Love and Light
Angels from Heaven - Demons from Hell (Short Story) - 2/23/2013 7:44:42 AM
...and yet there are those to claim to have the answers. The paradoxical nature of the universe is a constant, but not THE answer any more than the special self-importance some of our species carries around like a trophy in perpetuity. Like all good philosophers, you obviously understand others may have answers, but you have questions.
Charlotte In February (Short Story) - 2/23/2013 7:40:20 AM
More often than not, the simplest observation made with the benefit of experience bodes the greatest rewards, as your very short piece succinctly and thoroughly confirms. Well layered perception.
Charlotte In February (Short Story) - 2/23/2013 4:15:54 AM
The eyes tell the truth, and they certainty told it here. You are so very deep.
Angels from Heaven - Demons from Hell (Short Story) - 2/22/2013 2:18:40 PM
enjoy always reading anything you write and this was by far the best yet. Keep on writing and sharing with us your gift from God.
your freind Carolyn
Angels from Heaven - Demons from Hell (Short Story) - 2/22/2013 12:18:11 PM
. . . and so many astute statesmen, poets, troubadours, ministerial men and have attempted to set us straight as they saw it, but most of these astute statesmen, poets, troubadours, ministerial men went quite insane by the time they were to explain the justification of the conclusion. And if they did manage to pen a few erstwhile revelations, and if you did listen to them with sincerity, you would be more believing that the legless man in South Africa that he thought a burglar was sitting in his bathroom when he shot through the locked bathroom door where his girlfriend was hiding from him and killed her dead.
Dancing with the White-Tailed Horse and the Red-Tailed Hawk (Short Story) - 2/7/2013 5:06:23 AM
I sadly could not agree more -Nature has not lost its way, we have - and I very sadly see us now getting more and more lost, each and every day.
Dancing with the White-Tailed Horse and the Red-Tailed Hawk (Short Story) - 2/6/2013 4:49:52 PM
Transcending inane spirituality (as some ignorance will interpret it), politics (as even more will buy into, given they know little else) even society's persistence in demanding a mediocre culture (ah, here the masses will clamor for more) this allegory of prophetic obviousness asks simply that we allow innate hard-wired attention be once again given to the abstract of nature, that all we've learned about psychology, philosophy, sociology pales in the simple yet profound message, teaching and shamanesque value of the simple surroundings your depict in your piece. What an exchange dolphins and whales could have with your two stars of this revealing of our species' rapidly eroding reality. Lest we pay attention, there will be many more burnt out forests, pastures void of white tailed magic which some of us understand, while other only pretend. Better sooner than later, or I might snap at the lack of depth perceived by some readers of your work.
Dancing with the White-Tailed Horse and the Red-Tailed Hawk (Short Story) - 2/6/2013 10:46:40 AM
Nature has not lost it's way, and what is presented tells this...
mankind lost their way sadly...
Thank you for a lovely story Diana
Love and Light
Dancing with the White-Tailed Horse and the Red-Tailed Hawk (Short Story) - 2/5/2013 10:44:42 AM
such imagery and spirit as it should be
Dancing with the White-Tailed Horse and the Red-Tailed Hawk (Short Story) - 2/5/2013 9:15:23 AM
Yes, I quite agree that it is we who has lost our way. I remember when I was a young boy, around fourteen, I was involved in something that has left its mark on me forever it seems. Every year the class/organization, The Future Farmers of America I belonged to planted pine trees. The International Paper Company harvested pine tree for use in its factory that made paper and boxes. The amount of trees that were cut down and used, our project was to plant that many saplings to grow another crop of trees. Over time I realized that our efforts were basically symbolic for our little group could not possibly plant the amount of trees as were used, employee of The International Paper Company did, however.
This was in the late fifties into the sixties. We were given a on-hands lesson of responsibility. I look back and see what has happened to our country and I want to cry. We have become so self-absorbed and have grown hate instead of trees to the point that we have elected a Muslim as President of the United States and he is hell-bent on making America a third world country. He will succeed because the sheeple have been brain-washed by the public schools and the colleges and universities to believe that we are bad. That we are the reason people in Africa starve to dead on a yearly basis. Everything that is bad in the world is America's fault
I'll stop. I got started and wandered. Still. I stand by what I have said.
The Vision (Short Story) - 11/4/2012 12:35:45 PM
most of my adult life I've had strangers wave to me, walk up to me, start talking to me, and then watch them comprehend I've only just reminded them of someone and am not the actual person they knew...perhaps the subconscious warps the perception in the right moment to have these experiences.
The Vision (Short Story) - 11/3/2012 7:39:55 PM
That phenomenon is called "a fetch." The person seen is often alive, but the vision isn't reality. It may originate solely within, or when the person is thinking of the viewer. My godmother once saw me and my mother in a restaurant and was somewhat miffed that she hadn't been told we were in the city. My mother talked with her about it later, and she realized that in her vision, I appeared as I'd been several years before.
The Vision (Short Story) - 11/2/2012 6:19:22 AM
Like a dusty scenario buried in a stack of Hitchcock's unrealized ideas, this montage of a woman's repressed fear and anticipation is perfectly realized with the effort to resolve through obituaries, only to end up facing yet another period of "real life...haunted." Well conceived and executed.
The Vision (Short Story) - 10/31/2012 6:11:20 PM
This was a do-do-do-do encounter and something you will never forget,
The Vision (Short Story) - 10/31/2012 9:12:00 AM
running into someone from the past is always disarming. i liked this story
The Vision (Short Story) - 10/31/2012 4:30:26 AM
I just got an email last week from the girl I took to the [8 inches of snow on May 8] junior prom. And then, yesterday, while researching a college classmate who was shot down in Vietnam, saw the name of her brother, also shot down on the same post. Checking further, this Alan was from a different state.
It was just a Halloween moment. I see faces I recognize all the time. When I saw Jean at a show a couple of months ago, I couldn't quite place her. Yesterday, she was at City Hall and nearby, so I called her over. Sure enough, she worked for me back in 1996 and has aged considerably.
The Vision (Short Story) - 10/30/2012 2:36:46 PM
Someone who wanted to touch you
To let you know the love was still there
But not in human form, his spirit gave you
a visit... perhaps you were even thinking of
him not realizing it... when we think of those
who have crossed over to the other side it
awakens them and most often they pay you a short
Take this for what it is Diana and hold onto a
lovely memory knowing it was his way for whatever
reason to speak to you through his eyes.
Love and Light
The Vision (Short Story) - 10/29/2012 8:21:53 AM
One listing has him deceased and I am trying to verify that. This was a very otherworldly encounter.
The Vision (Short Story) - 10/29/2012 7:56:22 AM
How very strange...Your words express how deeply this incident impacted you....
The Vision (Short Story) - 10/29/2012 7:12:25 AM
This is a very good pre-Halloween story, Diana. You held the interest, because everyone will keep reading to find out what the eventual conversation from two old lovers would reveal . . . and that's when you pulled your . . . gotcha!"
I quite enjoyed it.
Littlenut (Short Story) - 10/11/2012 9:55:40 AM
Triumph over tradgedy, Diana...again that old,old,
saying, only the strong survive. Quite Enjoyable...
Witnesses Of The Dissolution (Article) - 9/27/2013 7:32:14 PM
Hello dear Diana, I have long bathed my soul within the embers of these burning thoughts until they turned to ash. The are two conclusions I see. #1. Mankind wakes up from their dream scheme. or #2 We save ourselves and take as many with us as we can. i.e.the world is already out of control and has been for quite some time.
I refuse to join them, all that is left to do is to love.
Keep Doing What You Do (Article) - 3/26/2013 12:31:08 PM
wow-that is quite the picture--I found myself staring at it and thinking...it was drawn with what??/ Amazing and it does make for an interesting world when you have people who like to be creative in so many ways
Keep Doing What You Do (Article) - 2/6/2013 5:17:16 PM
I can not believe that could be done with bic's. That is gorgeous, and yes, I am completely jealous that this person passed the LSAT too. I think I'll just go back to bed and call it a day. But wait, to create means you are living and even if that's designing a super deluxe sand castle only to be washed away in a single wave. (next time the seaweed is on the left shells crushed and sprinkled on top next to the two stones) No really, your alive and your living............bic's ?
Keep Doing What You Do (Article) - 11/4/2012 6:49:26 PM
We were all born with certain gifts, this is my belief. I can draw, but nothing like what you have shown us. I can write. I think we all
have degrees in the gifts that were given to us and it is up to us to polish our gifts. Everyone of us is good at something. Thanks, Diana.
Keep Doing What You Do (Article) - 8/26/2012 6:44:22 AM
Having dabbled in all the arts, I have learned what I'm good at. Not music or art, but story telling. My life has been rich so I have a lot of stories to tell. I'm an academic, so I've always relied on good teachers to tell me if I'm good. For example, my inorganic chemistry professor told me that I could, "take his smock," after my essay exams put me off his curve. His lonely summers kayaking in the Yukon was my inspiration for Last Man Standing.
Odin is right. Except for those who can't or don't want to use a computer, the Internet has opened a whole new way for artists to express themselves, and thousands of website businesses to exploit them, like poetry.com. Sticking to writers, most, like me, are driven to write. That's fine, but putting your sob story in print is, not necessarily, great writing.
I can't help but compare my writing to others: Hemingway, Mark Twain, Arthur Clarke. Michael Crichton, Stephen King, to name a few. In my life, I've had the good fortune to meet a few, like the humble and down to earth, Alex Haley, the arrogant and fiercely competitive, Norman Mailer, and the studious and introspective, Carl Sagan. It is their writing I must aspire to.
As I view the world of success, there are a lot of "one hit wonders" out there. To coin, Where's the beef?" can make you famous for 15 minutes, a week, or a year, and fondly remembered for even a generation. For every one of those, there are thousands of formally trained who either teach or earn money elsewhere and, while good at their craft, never have a modicum of success.
Successful or not, a body of work will outlast a life. When 20,000 people have read my poem, Alienation, on AD, and it has been used in high school classes and compared to Catcher in the Rye; when my Poem. Mesa Verde, has been purchased "In Perpetuity" by the Educational Testing Service; and when the award winning Discovery Channel photographer, Jody MacDonald is wowed by my poem of her photo of Rajan, Elephant Walk; I have achieved a modicum of success.
Most gratifying for me is the opportunity to help others edit their books and get them published. If you don't write it, they won't come.
Keep Doing What You Do (Article) - 8/24/2012 5:53:42 AM
I firmly believe, especially having gotten to know so many gifted writers here in the Den, there is more unknown talent in this world than I could have imagined possible!!!!! I don't know what made me pick up my quill so many years ago; I only know I'll never put it down.....
Keep Doing What You Do (Article) - 8/23/2012 4:09:48 PM
The operative word should be "humble." Yes, everyone should express. As I posited in chapter after chapter of my book "Echosis" (full text available for free reading on www.thenextbigwriter.com incidentally)WE ARE ALL CREATIVE. However, having said that, without the word "humble" as part of every creative being's vernacular, we will continue to be bombarded by wanna-be-artists (of all disciplines) who think that just because the medium of the internet allows any and all expression to play out, doesn't give ANYONE THE RIGHT TO CLAIM SUPERIORITY, or the right to waste my time with clever baiting, let alone a right to claim they are truly providing artistic expression WORTH OUR TIME. To be humble, to allow the student in one to prevail, to allow a "questioning" platform to dominate, rather than one that says "I have the answers" or I am special, is arguably the only productive and progressively rewarding way to go. "I am special!" NO YOU'RE NOT. NO I'M NOT. If anything, you or I are different. Different only. Not superior in any sense. Maybe artists, maybe hacks. After all, a recent US/European consensus revealed that 97.8 of all artists in all disciplines are not worthy enough of patron attention, and thus not even cable of garnering "poverty status living." So, let's get real. Anyone think Van Gogh worried about selling, about changing the world? Hell no. He painted because he HAD TO. How many of us express artistic ideas because we HAVE TO? Few indeed. Back to my beginning. For these people who waste our time with the inane wounded lives seeking affirmation, the operative word for them is "Ego," not "humble." We should all remember: if our work is influential enough to make any kind of constructive difference in another human, that human WILL FIND US. Well, you solicited a comment. Hope I haven't bored anyone, but even if I have, I humbly ask for some tolerance. After all, I am, and will always be only a student.
Keep Doing What You Do (Article) - 8/23/2012 3:51:03 PM
"Taylor Swift shouldn't stop singing because she isn't Sara Brightman."
No, but she should stop crashing weddings because she thinks she is somebody they can't say no to.
I agree with everything you have said, Diana. We all have a degree of best, not best in anything thing we do. That is an amazing portrait.
Witnesses Of The Dissolution (Article) - 7/26/2012 7:22:09 AM
Much sadness *Diana*
Witnesses Of The Dissolution (Article) - 7/21/2012 10:37:55 AM
Very insightful and well-written. You brought to mind Alvin Toffler's “Future Shock.” And, what we used to call technological illiteracy. In the name of growth, progress, and greed, we have created a society that is so dependent (but doesn't know it) and so selfish that it doesn't realize when it is doing wrong. I just read the frightening forecast for global warming in the Rolling Stone and it may be too late to turn things around.
Witnesses Of The Dissolution (Article) - 7/21/2012 10:16:10 AM
Thank you so much for the information and I echo Odin, this is so true those in the fast lane also self absorbed
Love and Light
Witnesses Of The Dissolution (Article) - 7/21/2012 10:05:31 AM
Well phrased and desperately needed. Of course, the ones most in need of the read are too busy maintaining their position in the fast lane.
Witnesses Of The Dissolution (Article) - 7/21/2012 9:37:34 AM
You have been reading my mind, Diana. I have had these same thoughts running through my addled brain for four or five years I think. I wondered about the world as a whole, but about America in particular because I have a personal stake in it. We are the most advanced nation in the world and we seem to be marching steadily toward the cliff and our destruction. We used to be the nation that set trends and invented things that made everyday life much more bearable. And you are right, faster. I keep seeing these advertisements about "the sharpest picture on your television set." I have never understood that. When I watch television, which I don't anymore, the images are the same to me as the next wondrous crap they try to sell. Getting off tract here. We have lost our soul. I'm not a christian, but I feel the need for more of it than we have these days. It is all about morals. We have none, and in fact we legislate against morals. We kill people at a fantastically rising rate. We will be watching sex on television during the so-called prime time viewing within ten years. I know we have porn now, but it won't be long before it will viewed twenty-four-seven. Morals. Pride. Even they have managed to take our pride away from us. It is not longer politically correct to be proud you are an American. Okay, I'm rambling. I'll stop.
In The Forest (Poetry) - 10/10/2013 9:55:23 AM
I love your artwork as well as your poetry the light that splinters through to the cedar works for me.
In The Forest (Poetry) - 9/27/2013 8:09:14 PM
Mind's eye opens upon the brush strokes of your painting words. But the other side of the canvus wet with stain is where you enticed me again. That is where the haunting began. Don't scare me like that Diana. Lol
Beautiful piece of poetry my friend DJL.
The Quantum Mechanics Prayer (Poetry) - 9/6/2013 6:02:19 PM
The unity of all things because they are, all things.
All anthills and dry withering vines have nobility of infinity,
Secret quickenings, awakenings and sleepings, hint of gist.
Mathematics of meat and dying suns are one and the same
As triangles of Euclid, love, a thoughts quantum immensity,
A small quote from one of my own poems. We all have many of the same ideas and influences. Sometimes we arrive at the same thing from a completely different direction. I enjoyed Diana. Bob
In The Forest (Poetry) - 9/6/2013 5:43:26 PM
And the world hushes in contentment..I love your descriptions telling the story of the engines of nature. Beautiful and well put together words will hold anyone in tippy-toe wonderment. Beautiful work Diana. Bob
In The Forest (Poetry) - 9/6/2013 7:59:18 AM
Beautiful words, Diana. Descriptive and words that put you there!
In The Forest (Poetry) - 8/30/2013 9:45:28 PM
In awe, Diana..so majestic!
of purity with greenery..
In The Forest (Poetry) - 8/30/2013 4:01:51 AM
A poem of the bountiful tree-ery in delightful visios.
The "white owl" ..lov'n this little touch.
Your watercolor "Cedar Tree" s fantastic.
Lady Mary Ann
In The Forest (Poetry) - 8/29/2013 9:59:39 AM
Beautifully penned, Diana!! You have captured the magnificence of the forest...
In The Forest (Poetry) - 8/28/2013 5:18:01 PM
that is an awesome watercolor, stunning majestic. have to come back and review poem later. i'm stuck on the painting.
In The Forest (Poetry) - 8/28/2013 9:48:29 AM
i enjoyed this much
In The Forest (Poetry) - 8/28/2013 6:27:47 AM
I love the forest and its mysteries. Your poem reminds me of Longfellow's Evangeline.
" Covered in moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
stand like Druids of eld, with beards that rest on their bosoms,
stand like Harpers' hoar…”
In The Forest (Poetry) - 8/27/2013 2:54:13 PM
Extraordinary in its fusion of man made beauty and nature's natural penchant for the lovely. Bringing elegance not often portrayed in the mulch of past life/death cycles to a layered canvas of images that once dry in your continually evolving sense of life, begged for further layers of emotional pigment and synaptic resolve. I only wish I could capture the complexities of life and present them in the simple tapestry of connecting thread to needle's divine guidance and you do.
In The Forest (Poetry) - 8/27/2013 12:47:10 PM
Diana, THIS is magnificent. You wrapped the forest up in your expert and poetical way which had me leaning forward as I read each line. I love all the color, the musing, and bestest of all . . . The white owl. Yesssss!
A Cocktail of Craziness All Around (Poetry) - 8/25/2013 7:48:25 AM
Diane, What can I say, what can I do, do not give up, do not give down, but please turn around cauz we like you and hope you stay and
continue to write the way you do...Stay sane!
A Cocktail of Craziness All Around (Poetry) - 8/24/2013 7:58:30 PM
A drink of
A Cocktail of Craziness All Around (Poetry) - 8/20/2013 4:21:23 PM
What a joyous tribute to be in sanity's graces, knowing the fine line is not a fine line, but a no line, that those who see things as black and white, sad and happy, et al, are without something some might label as consciousness. Obviously this piece begs for paying attention, less to the poem, and more to what it stirs up. Great work here.
A Cocktail of Craziness All Around (Poetry) - 8/20/2013 4:06:47 PM
It is a debilitating disease that makes no sense and reverses our lives dwindling away to a state where intensive care is needed. It is sometimes too much to bear...but it has no escape and it has nothing else but what is before us. Excellent work, Diana
A Cocktail of Craziness All Around (Poetry) - 8/20/2013 12:39:27 PM
Indeed, what is sanity.
Having witnessed dementia of a family member, it is horrific and unbelievably cruel.
Your take on it is refreshing and humbling.
A Cocktail of Craziness All Around (Poetry) - 8/19/2013 10:00:27 AM
Dementia is truly a cruel thing robbing us of everything we've ever known. If we can't forestall it, I think we should cut it off before it becomes monotonous drudgery for all who love us. I don't care if I'm dammed by the right to lifers, but when the mine quits, so shouldn't the body.
A Cocktail of Craziness All Around (Poetry) - 8/19/2013 7:25:18 AM
i agree with Jerry
A Cocktail of Craziness All Around (Poetry) - 8/19/2013 5:17:27 AM
Ahhh . . . Diana, this is reality, a sad reality in a nutshell. Far too many people have lived beyond their allotted time on this crazy place we call earth. Self assisted suicide? Maybe, but I have a slight problem with that simple solution. If you are completely out of this world how can you make that decision. The decision will have to be made for them. By children . . . Soon to be the government . . . ObamaCare has provisions for that day for all of us. If, and I already have done it, and so did my wife who passed in 2009, while you are still coherent and able to tie your own shoes, write a clause in your medical history that you do not want to be kept alive artificially.
She's So Heavy, But She's My Mother (Poetry) - 8/1/2013 6:56:13 PM
O Diana , I understand and sympthaise. and more so for the strength in the precision of your writing, so from the heart, at least you are there for her but when my mother was suffering i was far from her, but the sister was there.I am thankful to have found such a well written piece on this subject which looms in us
She's So Heavy, But She's My Mother (Poetry) - 7/25/2013 3:18:01 PM
Such precision and contained strength in your writing. I could "see the picture" and feel those wonderfully distilled emotions. Beautiful poem, extremely moving subject.
She's So Heavy, But She's My Mother (Poetry) - 7/25/2013 2:48:03 PM
I hope never to experience this in my immediate family as my mother is 83 as well and she still speaks her mind and opinion on everything and of my sisters who do not come around as much...but I love her as you love your mom and cherish whatever time I have with her. Your write speaks perfectly of the trials and worries one has for one who is slipping into Alzheimers with every passing day.
Chickadee (Poetry) - 7/21/2013 3:06:12 AM
Beautiful poem, beautiful bird that is acknowledged by a pure heart.
She's So Heavy, But She's My Mother (Poetry) - 7/15/2013 8:55:35 PM
A great tribute for your beloved mother, my mother was smiling most of the time
except when she forgot her medication
"then watch out" thank God she had a great
Love & Peace
She's So Heavy, But She's My Mother (Poetry) - 7/14/2013 4:59:18 PM
My heart breaks for you, Diana. You capture in wrenching detail what this disease does to people. I also read it as how it brings a person from the end to the beginning again, and how we are always just a few steps away from being helpless. It goes to prove how much we need each other. I commend your strength and appreciate the art of your writing here.
She's So Heavy, But She's My Mother (Poetry) - 7/14/2013 4:19:21 PM
Heart wrenching write, Diana...and there is no easy way to get through it...This horrible affliction steals away our loved ones and won't release its grip...Your poem reaches into the heart of the reader...
She's So Heavy, But She's My Mother (Poetry) - 7/13/2013 11:18:07 AM
Oh! My! Diana, Wiping tears
of "Admiration" for Your heartbreak
in caring for Your Mother..So much
emotion heartfelt for the loneliness..
lost for the sharing of togetherness!!
She's So Heavy, But She's My Mother (Poetry) - 7/12/2013 4:47:33 PM
Oh how I wish this was fiction. Short of that, there is a sense of impotence that this reader feels in responding, given no amount of "
so-called" understanding can convey the appropriate words to comfort the pain both you and your mother must endure. So, wishing you well and some modicum of comfort for what is inevitably ahead.
She's So Heavy, But She's My Mother (Poetry) - 7/12/2013 9:55:42 AM
Writing about your mother and all that you go through is a tribute to you and your mother...Blessings, Diana.
She's So Heavy, But She's My Mother (Poetry) - 7/12/2013 5:50:32 AM
I used to work in a nursing home and I saw first hand what Alzheimers can do to a person. I commend you for helping your Mom and BEING THERE for her. I say many who never had a visitor and only had the workers to help them through. God bless you, Diana.
Love and blessings,
She's So Heavy, But She's My Mother (Poetry) - 7/12/2013 5:32:54 AM
a wondeful write to your mother filled with many emotions
She's So Heavy, But She's My Mother (Poetry) - 7/11/2013 1:58:56 PM
A great tribute to your mom.
U R an Angel!
Peace, love and abundant blessings,
She's So Heavy, But She's My Mother (Poetry) - 7/11/2013 1:15:46 PM
Alzheimer's is a heavy burden, I'm so glad that you are free, from time to time, to write about it. My mother is 88 and suffering from numerous maladies, but is still sharp as a tack and I'm grateful for that. She will be moving into assisted living soon because she could no longer take care of herself.
She's So Heavy, But She's My Mother (Poetry) - 7/11/2013 10:03:54 AM
It is so sad and you are one of the angels God put on this earth to care for His broken children. God Bless you and your endless love for your mother.
She's So Heavy, But She's My Mother (Poetry) - 7/11/2013 9:33:21 AM
It is sad to see our love ones go through these dieases. It's hard and you have capture this in this write. I like to think that in ways we do not understand most of their time is in the other deminsions unware of what their bodies are going through here.
She's So Heavy, But She's My Mother (Poetry) - 7/11/2013 7:00:38 AM
Sadness in each and every line, Diana, even the ones you meant to lighten up the sadness. This is just one more thing that make me hesitant to admit to a real Heavenly Father. If the original sin has caused the pain and suffering of the human race the way it is, and has been, I feel the Heavenly Father just went into a Hissy Fit when they bit into that apple, pomegranate, or whatever it was that tempted Eve and by way of her, Adam. I am about to launch a tirade about this subject, but I respect you so I'll hold back. The poem affected me very much.
Cornflower Blue and The Chickenyard (Poetry) - 7/2/2013 4:30:24 PM
this had a twinge of that all together nuclear family. an intense stream of consciousness . kept my attention throughout the ride. Super fascinating exploration enjoyed!
Raising Mother (Poetry) - 6/30/2013 4:33:07 PM
Oh Diana, I'm so sorry! These are genuine, tough words to write and you have created powerful poetry. Getting through this trauma requires a great deal of strength, both personal and spiritual. Bless you.
Raising Mother (Poetry) - 6/28/2013 4:41:42 PM
I never had to go through what you have. It is sad when you end up
taking care of your mother, a reversal of roles. But knowing she is in good hands and getting the care she needs, that should give you
Cornflower Blue and The Chickenyard (Poetry) - 6/26/2013 8:59:01 AM
A wonderful stream of consciousness with an amazing flow of imagery. Loved this!!
Cornflower Blue and The Chickenyard (Poetry) - 6/24/2013 9:32:33 PM
never to be out of style!
reading and re reading
the wonderment of reality!
Cornflower Blue and The Chickenyard (Poetry) - 6/24/2013 8:33:35 AM
Giggle...nicely done, Diana...I'm gonna read it again now....so much fun!
Cornflower Blue and The Chickenyard (Poetry) - 6/23/2013 6:24:22 AM
I find myself writing too long sentences, but this takes the cake! ;-)
All that is needed is one of those childhood crayons drawings with the blue, blue sky that in those days, mom didn't know we're supposed to be stuck to the icebox with scotch tape. If any of them survived, they would make a great illustration for this one sentence story.
I found myself wandering through many farms of my childhood, some with old men still operating, and some long defunct and filled with interesting artifacts. Those sights and smells are as vivid today as they were back then. If only our children today could experience some of that. Some can, most can't.
Cornflower Blue and The Chickenyard (Poetry) - 6/23/2013 1:41:37 AM
a wonderfully visualy painted piec with words
Cornflower Blue and The Chickenyard (Poetry) - 6/22/2013 4:49:16 PM
A wonderful stream of consciousness, rendering any and all reader's their own open door to memories that can't be duplicated. I had to read it twice, as the density of the text/layout made me doubt I had grasped everything, but...two readings did it. An exemplary exercise in what employing the 5 senses can do. Kudos.
Cornflower Blue and The Chickenyard (Poetry) - 6/22/2013 2:40:02 PM
This is it...your best, a poem I could relate with. Took 60 seconds- Always, Deborah
Cornflower Blue and The Chickenyard (Poetry) - 6/22/2013 10:55:19 AM
Taking a stroll down the road of little girls' dreams and things is this delightful and mesmerizing bit of fantastic prose, Diana. Such a wonderful trip through real images juxtaposed against the surreal and dream sequences. You managed to take me away from myself as I absorbed this wonderful, Diane in Phenomenal Land.
Cornflower Blue and The Chickenyard (Poetry) - 6/22/2013 10:32:21 AM
An amazingly coherent cornucopia, a glorious stream of consciousness seeming to cascade from thoughts of cornflower blue. Such piquant images, Diana, that are vivid and vivacious and conjure such a sense of time and place. Beautiful summation that encapsulates a world of reminiscence, held in teardrops of misty-eyed wonder, joy as well as pain. Working with the elderly at the moment, I felt this write to be both personally and vicariously healing. A fascinating piece and a nurturing read. xx
Raising Mother (Poetry) - 6/13/2013 10:26:53 AM
Very heartfelt write, Diana. We went through this a few years ago...bless your Mom and bless you.
Raising Mother (Poetry) - 6/13/2013 9:01:35 AM
A moving and meaningful sharing, Diana. Love and best wishes to you,
Raising Mother (Poetry) - 6/13/2013 6:19:57 AM
You struck a chord. My own mother, nearly deaf, and with aphasia so that she can no longer form words and speak and write well, as well as other infirmities and inability to walk without a walker, is reaching the point of total care––and I'm not there. Less than five years ago, she deftly handled a network of friends and relatives over five hundred addresses long, sending out countless e-mails and remembering everyone's birthday and what was going on in their lives.
She still is sharp as a tack, but frustrated and trapped in her physical condition. We still enjoy telephone chats because she can read what I say and still can get her point across with slightly garbled speech. My sister is taking the brunt of “raising her” until such time as other shall take over, very soon.
I wish you and her well because I know how difficult it is during this trying time.
Raising Mother (Poetry) - 6/12/2013 8:55:54 PM
The power in Love to win..
Raising Mother (Poetry) - 6/12/2013 2:28:24 PM
Heartfelt and poignant. I often think, if card strategy was all that we needed to go the distance, Bingo would bring up a distant second, giving our loved ones a lot of free table stakes, eh? Beautifully rendered piece of metaphoric reverie.
Raising Mother (Poetry) - 6/12/2013 8:06:37 AM
I feel the sadness. Powerful metaphor.
Raising Mother (Poetry) - 6/12/2013 6:32:50 AM
this is very heartfelt in your well written style and filled with the love for your mother
Raising Mother (Poetry) - 6/12/2013 6:25:39 AM
Yes. I surmised what the content, or at least the reason of the poem would be when I read the title. It is sad and hopefully they will find a way to ward off such an attack of old age, but for your mother, and many it will be too late.
Sharp Metal Objects of Man (Poetry) - 6/11/2013 7:03:59 AM
the world of poetry...where even the very sad things come forth beautifully. thanks...asa
Poetry of Partings (Poetry) - 6/5/2013 8:58:22 AM
The symmetry of closeness...beautifully expressed so simply.
Poetry of Partings (Poetry) - 6/2/2013 7:45:48 PM
The Person Who Writes Poetry (Poetry) - 6/1/2013 1:52:46 PM
well done-your words have painted all of us who are poets accurately---love reading your poetry
Sharp Metal Objects of Man (Poetry) - 5/31/2013 5:30:05 AM
In this unsafe world, we must find healthy outlets to deal with our demons, both physical and mental, hence the "sharp metal objects of man." You are right, this one is eerie in light of things.
Poetry of Partings (Poetry) - 5/27/2013 8:42:07 AM
Wonderful ... simply wonderful.
Sharp Metal Objects of Man (Poetry) - 5/27/2013 8:39:01 AM
That energy field is strong and most powerful.
Drink, The Chi, The Fizz in Me (Poetry) - 5/27/2013 8:35:23 AM
Brevity at its best.
Sharp Metal Objects of Man (Poetry) - 4/18/2013 5:22:05 PM
Wow, I bet you freaked out. . .
Sharp Metal Objects of Man (Poetry) - 4/18/2013 5:03:56 AM
A premonition of things to come.
Many blessings to you,
Poetry of Partings (Poetry) - 4/17/2013 10:58:19 AM
i'm without words in the face of the pure sweet emotions of these words.
Sharp Metal Objects of Man (Poetry) - 4/17/2013 9:07:36 AM
Eerie in more ways than I can think. Well done, Diana. To me, this is also symbolic. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,
Sharp Metal Objects of Man (Poetry) - 4/17/2013 7:26:45 AM
Ohhhhhhhh My, *Diana*
So powerful are your
words of vision!!!
Sharp Metal Objects of Man (Poetry) - 4/17/2013 5:55:32 AM
Your premonition is sharpened to a fine point.
Sharp Metal Objects of Man (Poetry) - 4/17/2013 5:54:35 AM
Very prophetic and not unusual
for someone who is very intune to what
is around her....
Love and Light
Sharp Metal Objects of Man (Poetry) - 4/17/2013 3:41:38 AM
you have chosen well these words of expression
Sharp Metal Objects of Man (Poetry) - 4/16/2013 1:52:43 PM
Words are my sword in the wordplay and defense of inner turmoil and injustice. Words are strong, to be used sometimes with restraint, which is something I have a difficult time doing. Words, however, cannot blow the skin from your leg, leaving only bone. Words cannot protect you from madness.
Poetry of Partings (Poetry) - 4/15/2013 11:45:22 AM
i can relate...i haven't seen my daughter since 2010. thank you
Poetry of Partings (Poetry) - 4/11/2013 2:53:56 PM
Blessings with tenderness!
*Diana* packed with power!!
Poetry of Partings (Poetry) - 4/11/2013 11:20:28 AM
" Even a whisper..." Lovely, Diana!
Poetry of Partings (Poetry) - 4/11/2013 10:29:23 AM
So tenderly spoken with a mother's true heart!
Lovely verses, thank you for taking my breath away!
Peace, love and light,
Poetry of Partings (Poetry) - 4/11/2013 7:07:45 AM
Your daughter will always be a part of you, no matter where she is.
Strange, I spent ten days in Thailand once (twice) after a four-day jaunt off to Bangladesh. One of the first people I came to see after coming back was my mother.
Poetry of Partings (Poetry) - 4/11/2013 6:44:21 AM
Simple imagery for that very complex aspect of oneness, togetherness. There is a book hidden beneath the line "...so near even a whisper fits not between the end of me and the start of you." When might we see it?
Poetry of Partings (Poetry) - 4/11/2013 5:56:28 AM
spoken from the heart of a mother, always part of her children ...
Poetry of Partings (Poetry) - 4/11/2013 4:40:22 AM
Completely enchanting!!!!!!! I soooo get this relationship between you and your precious daughter....saving this one to read again...
Poetry of Partings (Poetry) - 4/11/2013 2:27:11 AM
this is the blessing of love shared
Poetry of Partings (Poetry) - 4/11/2013 2:25:51 AM
Such exquisite words for your daughter, heartfelt and so lovely, diana.
Before Dawn (Poetry) - 4/7/2013 5:20:36 AM
Excellent Diana in the peace of the
Love and Light
Before Dawn (Poetry) - 3/30/2013 9:23:44 PM
So very inviting to enjoy!!!
Thank you for the invitation
of such lovely thoughts to
Here It Is (Poetry) - 3/29/2013 2:46:09 PM
A magnetic compass almost never shows true north.
Hence, your metaphor, Diana, in life too, we're often
taking direction away from the threshold (limit not
to be compromised), not knowing where we stand or go,
trying to keep positive (good/bad decisions) balance, to end up
as close to the "true north" as humanly possible.
Before Dawn (Poetry) - 3/28/2013 7:45:23 AM
Lovely...uplifting and inspirational...love that spacious stillness a quiet long and deep...that is perhaps the best part of the day...
Before Dawn (Poetry) - 3/28/2013 7:18:45 AM
Hauntingly beautiful. But I recall the time before dawn as a time when birdsong is most intense, especially overlooking the jungle in Guatemala one morning when the din was like major construction as the birds talked of their coming day.
Before Dawn (Poetry) - 3/28/2013 6:49:45 AM
masterful elegant simplicity beautifully constructed with just 39 perfectly chosen words....what a great surprise treasure here...thank you diana
Before Dawn (Poetry) - 3/28/2013 2:27:07 AM
a perfect rendition of a brand new dawn
Before Dawn (Poetry) - 3/27/2013 4:01:54 PM
Such a sense of continuity, the oneness far too many don't perceive and can't appreciate. The idea of light awakening what yesterday began is such a hopeful thought and image. That kind of connectivity is so needed for the millions that retire at night feeling they are getting older, instead of just realizing its all one line, perhaps curving, dipping at times, but an endless continuum of time, space and matter. The aging is but of this particular vehicle called human. The cosmos is ever evolving. It doesn't know different.
Before Dawn (Poetry) - 3/27/2013 4:00:01 PM
This is good. Lines such as "when even nature doesn't speak" makes me think of a stillness so still it almost hurts your ears. The lines that ended the poem, "until new light awakens / what yesterday began." is with such profundity it boggles the mind. Loved all eight lines of this goodie.
Drink, The Chi, The Fizz in Me (Poetry) - 3/25/2013 3:48:55 PM
Love this pleasurable dose of poetry, Diana!
Drink, The Chi, The Fizz in Me (Poetry) - 3/22/2013 9:28:04 PM
Fizz, Fizz..Oh! what a relief
for some, but then again?
Drink, The Chi, The Fizz in Me (Poetry) - 3/21/2013 3:46:10 PM
Laughing a wee bit, escaping in a gaseous state :)
Love and Light
Drink, The Chi, The Fizz in Me (Poetry) - 3/21/2013 11:34:47 AM
Grasp the hazy moment while you can!
Sixth Sense (Poetry) - 3/21/2013 7:01:21 AM
so much of what you write here I agree with far more than you will ever know-whew.... I wish I had written this poem-excellent
Drink, The Chi, The Fizz in Me (Poetry) - 3/21/2013 6:45:33 AM
That “fizz” you are writing about is escaping gas. I'm afraid you are decaying or at least fermenting. ;-)
Alcohol can give you a nice frontal lobotomy.
Drink, The Chi, The Fizz in Me (Poetry) - 3/20/2013 9:21:54 PM
Fizz no more! Ha!~
Peace, love and abundant blessings,
Drink, The Chi, The Fizz in Me (Poetry) - 3/20/2013 2:18:45 PM
very cool i like it
Drink, The Chi, The Fizz in Me (Poetry) - 3/20/2013 10:13:20 AM
Taking the fizz to its rightful place and leaving it there is a perfect explanation of the "Drink, The Chi, The Fizz in Me." Doesn't get anymore to the point that this, I expected no less from you.
Drink, The Chi, The Fizz in Me (Poetry) - 3/20/2013 9:40:25 AM
Succinct and so spot on for those of us who love the discovery aspect of poetry's subtext. Wonderful minimal group of words to think long on.
Single-Line Drawing Three (Poetry) - 3/19/2013 2:21:04 PM
Touching and being touched is a realm enjoyed by social animals who never cease giving or caring...that is why it is SO much.
Single-Line Drawing One (Poetry) - 3/19/2013 2:15:31 PM
You, Diana, are truly an artist...in both sketch (single line drawing) and verse
The Person Who Writes Poetry (Poetry) - 3/19/2013 2:10:45 PM
It is remarkable how you relate a fraction of what Bauby must have felt or had in his imagination while his thoughts & memories would have been locked within the confines of that diving bell if not for his determination to escape a life as a vegetable. You have encapsulated some of those things so beautifully, Diana
After viewing Tom Shadyac's documentary, I Am (Poetry) - 3/19/2013 1:24:35 PM
The problem with humans is that we were given free choice and that shaped everything around us. Well done, Diana
Standing in the Wildflowers (Poetry) - 3/18/2013 3:12:24 PM
sounds great to me--reading this I did not want to move away----well done
Standing in the Wildflowers (Poetry) - 3/17/2013 5:11:30 PM
Succinct elegance, Diana, stressing the importance of joy in one's moments ~
Standing in the Wildflowers (Poetry) - 3/14/2013 6:12:46 PM
Dandelions sharing and spreading
their seeds to the wind...catch
them if you can *Diana*
Standing in the Wildflowers (Poetry) - 3/13/2013 11:12:06 PM
What a beautiful bouquet you have shared.
Standing in the Wildflowers (Poetry) - 3/13/2013 4:27:13 AM
Wildflowers! Wonderful poetic thoughts! Thank you!
Are they colorful weeds or Gods paint for saints?
May peace be with you, love surround you and blessings abound you,
Standing in the Wildflowers (Poetry) - 3/12/2013 2:27:53 PM
Diana, Nature at it's best!
Standing in the Wildflowers (Poetry) - 3/12/2013 4:50:33 AM
What an enchanting way to put it! I feel like you, Diana, there just aren't enough hours in the day to read everything I'd like to in the Den...amazing collection of blossoms here....
Standing in the Wildflowers (Poetry) - 3/11/2013 10:44:35 PM
Exactly how I feel whenever I write. Pure joy, if only for a moment. Well done.
Standing in the Wildflowers (Poetry) - 3/11/2013 11:25:05 AM
We are here but in a flicker of time and must smell the flowers and gays on their beauty while we can. I too, missed a time on the Den. There is no going back, only forward.
Standing in the Wildflowers (Poetry) - 3/11/2013 10:26:42 AM
Inspiring Diana and also imprisoning in a wonder way...
Who would not wish to leave such a lovely place...
Message and content well seen and felt in your words...
Love and Light
Standing in the Wildflowers (Poetry) - 3/11/2013 10:14:27 AM
Thank you for sharing this lovely metaphorical and symbolic write, Diana. Love and best wishes to you,
Standing in the Wildflowers (Poetry) - 3/11/2013 9:47:21 AM
the flicker makes the other worth it all
Standing in the Wildflowers (Poetry) - 3/11/2013 8:56:24 AM
you've painted a most vibrant lush landscape of the lot of us here and managed to describe so well my own regrets of not being able to read AND comment on every single one of the treasures here at my very finger tips
Standing in the Wildflowers (Poetry) - 3/11/2013 7:54:36 AM
Finally I understood something Odin said and I agree with him entirely. The Den has it all, and that, my friend, is good . . .
Standing in the Wildflowers (Poetry) - 3/11/2013 7:39:01 AM
You've drawn from nature a perfect analogy of our societal condition: I live in a structure both good and imprisoning" indeed. Another testimony to the paradox of life. Enjoyed this.
Finding Grateful (Poetry) - 3/4/2013 9:08:50 AM
Funny isn't it how aromatherapy awakens our awareness of the world. And how a simple cup of coffee can stare you down until you're forced to speak the truth. Whether the person is there or not. (I am back after a long hiatus - good to see you!)
Finding Grateful (Poetry) - 3/3/2013 6:19:41 PM
Moments vividly shared via your verses, Diana. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
Finding Grateful (Poetry) - 3/3/2013 3:07:48 PM
How very aptly you describe embracing a new day! Your word crafting had me smelling the scents and tasting that first cup of coffee...even the simplest things can be poetry....nicely done!
Finding Grateful (Poetry) - 3/3/2013 12:18:20 PM
Simple and beautiful, with a nutty :)) perspective, sweet Diana!
Finding Grateful (Poetry) - 3/2/2013 11:31:45 PM
And we are appreciating
great poetry *Diana*
Finding Grateful (Poetry) - 3/2/2013 10:56:56 AM
Sounds like you came back from the, “Bad.” I know the feeling.
Finding Grateful (Poetry) - 3/2/2013 8:17:57 AM
Grateful and appreciation is the ultimate
expression here Diana :)
Love and Light
Finding Grateful (Poetry) - 3/2/2013 4:33:00 AM
grateful and happy to be so
Finding Grateful (Poetry) - 3/2/2013 4:16:50 AM
You've said more than enough, Diana, and said
it very well indeed
Finding Grateful (Poetry) - 3/1/2013 9:27:48 PM
"Finding Grateful," your words express beautifully for all of us.
Finding Grateful (Poetry) - 3/1/2013 9:10:55 PM
I can hear the bizzing sound, smell the scents, feel the love, taste the coffee and see the sun rise.
This is the poetic BEST!
Finding Grateful (Poetry) - 3/1/2013 5:17:25 PM
I think you found grateful. You have to notice the little things right before you. ~ Morgan
Finding Grateful (Poetry) - 3/1/2013 11:12:47 AM
Oh, there were enough words to tell us, Diana. You could have written a 10,000 page essay on the subject of "Grateful" and not came close touching what you gave us here.
Finding Grateful (Poetry) - 3/1/2013 11:03:39 AM
As so often realized, we've yet to perfect the lexicon of appreciation. One's personal embraces always struggle to articulate deep felt appreciations of the simple things. But here, no such obstacle exists. Your message and inspiration is felt, as well as understood.
Hob Knobble (Poetry) - 2/25/2013 5:11:42 AM
I like your comment, Linda Hill, because it shows me that this concept can also be the reverse....we can appear fine on the outside, but be a bit ( or quite a bit) broken on the inside. I hope you repair nicely. ~~ Diana
Hob Knobble (Poetry) - 2/24/2013 4:44:59 PM
This could certainly be me, Diana. I had a bad fall the weekend and thou no broken bones, thank God, I am bruised and battered and so sore. Enjoyed your poem!
Hob Knobble (Poetry) - 2/16/2013 6:53:54 PM
"Keep going" until the image
in the mirror is only the
good of your Soul looking back
..which we see in your poetry
Hob Knobble (Poetry) - 2/14/2013 5:45:26 AM
Amen! Wise words to live by...
Hob Knobble (Poetry) - 2/13/2013 5:05:15 PM
yes, I completely get this one. ~ Morgan
Hob Knobble (Poetry) - 2/13/2013 10:34:06 AM
Yes, I know it well..."Keep moving to keep moving, yes I know it well!
Hob Knobble (Poetry) - 2/13/2013 6:46:18 AM
Reads like an incantation from a witch's brew. I'm not sure if, “keep moving,” is the cure. Stressed joints need time to heal. Stretching exercises are best, but staying off bad joints will give them time to heal.
Hob Knobble (Poetry) - 2/12/2013 6:25:32 PM
Such volumes in this short poignant verse Diana ~
the mirror is placed in such a powerful place, the only object you refer to, the only thing that is objective...
Such feeling and spirit here, such fantastic placement of that mirror clever girl!
Hob Knobble (Poetry) - 2/12/2013 2:15:05 PM
even the looking should not change the knowing
Hob Knobble (Poetry) - 2/12/2013 12:44:10 PM
Your pic and text is a perfect match, given so much of our Hob Knobble are in our imagination, and or the power of its ability to make us forget the mirrors...except, perhaps, that of the Zen being within.
Hob Knobble (Poetry) - 2/12/2013 12:36:18 PM
Can really relate to this after staggering round the gym today, but at least I made it! But I certainly have to say the the inner vibrancy of some of the old folks I meet in life far outstrips the toned flesh but deadness of inner spirit that I often encounter pounding the treadmills in trainers. Keep believing! :)) xx
Hob Knobble (Poetry) - 2/12/2013 11:30:59 AM
There you have it! Keep moving is the key...
And what a wonderful daily double eh? :)
But, when you do look in a mirror (even though you don't wish to)
See the beautiful youthful soul within that wont' be hobbling :)
Love and Light
Hob Knobble (Poetry) - 2/12/2013 11:14:14 AM
I had someone tell me today that "you're alive!" She was comparing me with herself, because she has a depression-like problems. I answered her back as honest as I could, Diane, and said "Yes, I am alive, notwithstanding my age I feel alive." I'm fortunate to have lived this long and not been crippled or come down with truly serious, life-threatening diseases that miracle drugs can't help. I understand this poem completely.
The Person Who Writes Poetry (Poetry) - 2/6/2013 1:27:21 AM
"Looks up when everyone else looks down..." ~ this describes us to a "T" and brings forth our ability to look down so deep within, while others sit with a blank stare.
The Person Who Writes Poetry (Poetry) - 1/23/2013 2:40:39 PM
Yes indeed, Diana, this speaks for all who write "because they have to"... with blinks if necessary. Am moved and impacted by your forehead note about J-D Bauby - and by the compassion and dedication of his able-bodied assistant. Locked in he unfortunately might have been but certainly not locked out. Fascinating details you have chosen to articulate your passion. xx
The Person Who Writes Poetry (Poetry) - 1/19/2013 9:52:58 AM
an interesting and passionate personification of the poetic mind ...
The Person Who Writes Poetry (Poetry) - 1/19/2013 7:15:04 AM
makes one wonder 'am i a true writer' doesn't it. my 2 readings of the diving bell was a powerful inspiration to begin writing...no matter my level of talent... this was an outstanding example of the heart of 'true' writer...talent or no. one of your most outstanding writes for me. this i will print cut out and smash to every mirror i gaze into.
The Person Who Writes Poetry (Poetry) - 1/18/2013 1:12:54 PM
Yes, it is the poet's passion to write, forgetting to eat, and especially since I have virtually no hands to write with, I am not engaging my forehead, just my voice.
The Person Who Writes Poetry (Poetry) - 1/17/2013 3:52:21 PM
That is an incredibly story and you reflected it nicely. ~Morgan
The Person Who Writes Poetry (Poetry) - 1/17/2013 10:44:25 AM
this says quite a lot for sure
The Person Who Writes Poetry (Poetry) - 1/16/2013 1:50:44 PM
Good strong poem (and I never comment here as you know, so there's that too)!
The Person Who Writes Poetry (Poetry) - 1/16/2013 1:44:00 PM
This is beautiful. You have a way of being able to intellectualize through the heart and it's brilliant.
I feel there is always a need to get out the inner truth however it is able to be told.
The Person Who Writes Poetry (Poetry) - 1/16/2013 11:54:04 AM
Truly inspirational *Diana*
in the sharing of someone
else being the sharing of
what you are about!
The Person Who Writes Poetry (Poetry) - 1/16/2013 11:35:19 AM
I'm of a mind that every writer/ poet, authentically inspired, disciplined in their craft, and in ownership of a singular literary voice, - those who shun parti pris and soporific diary poet yammering - will have their uniquely respected place in the multi-faceted garden called the American Fine Letters.
And I maintain, djl,
that those truly called
persist with all
the propelling eagerness that is
musterable in a fractured clay vessel
in pursuit of what is given to accomplish
and offer to others willingly to
enrich, enlighten, educate, and entertain, without agenda.
Your introduction, and consequent poetic construals are interesting. I will research this writer you've mentioned this very week. Most abundant and healthful blessings to you and yours this new year. rlc
The Person Who Writes Poetry (Poetry) - 1/16/2013 11:02:39 AM
This passion for words you speak of....is awesome!!!!! Very nicely done...I'm keeping this for future reference...loved the phrasing..
The Person Who Writes Poetry (Poetry) - 1/16/2013 9:44:49 AM
Very adept telling of a passion
that a writer has and the depths
they go through...
Love and Light
The Person Who Writes Poetry (Poetry) - 1/16/2013 9:38:30 AM
love it Ms. Diana great peace of work and love the way it's simple and to the point you're trying to make about the person who writes poetry. It comes from our souls!!!!
The Person Who Writes Poetry (Poetry) - 1/16/2013 9:25:44 AM
The passion for the subject of writing is eloquently housed arguably in your word parlance of the paradoxical and unity of opposites. Most notably one is taken by obviousness of your examples...obvious, of course, to those of us taking writing seriously enough to not be satisfied with the rather languid energy necessary to write pulp or mainstream "trendy" fiction. Well done.
The Person Who Writes Poetry (Poetry) - 1/16/2013 9:23:59 AM
You reached in and pulled the person who writes poetry's skin inside out and showed all the salt and vinegar which is inside a poet, you also gave the poet dramatic license when it was pointed out that the poet would use his/her own blood instead of ink, and if that was not available the poet would use another person's blood without asking. You might have forgotten one thing which I think all true poet's utilize, and that is; if they give you lined paper, write sideways . . .
Here It Is (Poetry) - 1/14/2013 7:55:03 AM
My friend, Herb Morrison, back in the last century, flew to the North Pole and actually stood there. Herb lived life to the fullest. I almost died before my surgery on December 11. I wasn't looking for True North, just the surgery that saved my life. Dying is a worthless activity. Only living every day to the fullest is worthwhile.
Here It Is (Poetry) - 1/13/2013 9:45:34 PM
A perfect thought..at
Here It Is (Poetry) - 1/13/2013 6:13:52 PM
very perfectly written
Saline Rain (Poetry) - 1/13/2013 10:42:51 AM
Now THIS (what you express) I feel right now. Thank you, Diana. Love and best wishes to you,
Here It Is (Poetry) - 1/13/2013 10:41:52 AM
I must be missing something. I have no idea what you mean. Mind you, English is not my first language. Still, I appreciate that you've got me thinking. Love and best wishes,
Here It Is (Poetry) - 1/13/2013 9:29:48 AM
love it simple and straight to the point, keep writing what you feel and I'll keep supporting you the way you support me.
Here It Is (Poetry) - 1/13/2013 9:18:24 AM
what a simply spoken directional to truth...perfect words for my moment diane...thank you...pat
Here It Is (Poetry) - 1/13/2013 9:01:11 AM
Gotta love it!!!!!!
Here It Is (Poetry) - 1/13/2013 8:51:01 AM
Simple isn't it? and yet we take such a detour to get there.....
Here It Is (Poetry) - 1/13/2013 8:48:42 AM
True north which is on the top of the world :)
So then grasp that moment and be there :)
Love and Light
Here It Is (Poetry) - 1/13/2013 8:43:29 AM
Truly the essence of direction, remaining elusive in its connection to our species.
Saline Rain (Poetry) - 1/10/2013 3:20:38 PM
Succinctly eloquent and so full of feeling!
Chickadee (Poetry) - 1/10/2013 12:14:50 PM
Like sleeping under the wings of innocense, truly beautiful in it's concept, I would like to take them all home and tuck them into my bed, and be sourounded by their beauty in soul and tenderness, bless you for this most endearing thought. Jasmin Horst
Saline Rain (Poetry) - 1/10/2013 6:04:17 AM
Very powerful impact...in so few carefully chosen words...well done Diana!
Saline Rain (Poetry) - 1/9/2013 9:26:45 PM
Tears releasing the sad or happy
for mix and match emotions, so I buy
waterproof mascara...great poem *Diana*
Saline Rain (Poetry) - 1/9/2013 6:00:28 AM
Oh my, what sparked this?
To state the obvious state
of love and pain...
Love and Light
Saline Rain (Poetry) - 1/8/2013 3:10:26 PM
...as with sunshine. kewl write, expressing life's agony and pain.
Saline Rain (Poetry) - 1/8/2013 2:16:23 PM
so sad but so true, wondefrully worded
Saline Rain (Poetry) - 1/8/2013 1:35:11 PM
There is a sense of paradox, i.e., pain and pleasure inherent in any and all tears. For as your poem suggest, the "damned love and pain" is essential to life. Without it, without our effort to keep it balanced (not think we can entrap pain and forever keep it mute)there is the duality of reality, undeniable to the conscious, held in check at times, but always, the eventual release delivers the Saline Rain to but cleanse our path, never to extinguish the fire of passion's pain and love, joy and sorrow.
Saline Rain (Poetry) - 1/8/2013 1:31:06 PM
Such tender tear drops they are. Lovely poetry my dear Diana.
Good to see you posting again!!!
Peace, love and light,
Saline Rain (Poetry) - 1/8/2013 1:26:50 PM
I felt myself reaching out to catch that saline rain as it plummeted off the chin, but alas and drat! It slivered through my fingers. It wasn't heavy, it's my teardrop.
Had to make that statement, but seriously, from the first emergence from the eye and along the much traveled and sometimes rugged part of destruction, it finally, and lastly, leaves its heartache behind.
Soap Bubbles (Poetry) - 1/7/2013 1:30:09 PM
The last lines are the kicker here. Awesome write.
Soap Bubbles (Poetry) - 1/2/2013 1:50:12 PM
This feels like peace, a peace that cleanses and quietly flows freely up ~
Very creative as always, your pen and mind and heart!
Soap Bubbles (Poetry) - 12/15/2012 1:54:31 PM
nice rhythm ...
Soap Bubbles (Poetry) - 12/11/2012 2:41:36 PM
Your last stanza enwraps the whole beautifully, Diana; delicately expressed, too. xx
Soap Bubbles (Poetry) - 12/10/2012 5:46:04 PM
very interesting. it's neat when one art compliments another.
Soap Bubbles (Poetry) - 12/6/2012 8:48:09 PM
A vehicle within a wheel!
*Diana* of Excellence!!
Soap Bubbles (Poetry) - 12/5/2012 4:44:37 AM
Enchanting!!! Loved your phrasing!
Soap Bubbles (Poetry) - 12/4/2012 12:16:26 PM
Personified bubbles lends itself to so many direction of thought. You chose well.
Soap Bubbles (Poetry) - 12/4/2012 11:27:22 AM
How delightful in particular
with the message sent within....
Love and light
Soap Bubbles (Poetry) - 12/4/2012 7:54:04 AM
this ingenious well written vision is so enjoyable with a greta hidden message
Soap Bubbles (Poetry) - 12/4/2012 7:41:03 AM
Soap bubbles, all the same except they are different in color and size and the chi also gives them a part of the living and the growth which comes out of that living. Therefore the soap bubbles are also different within their scope of perceptiveness. Have you ever noticed that when you look at soap bubbles some of them pop open and disappear. That bubble was the victim of a soap bubble murder, for when the soap bubbles were dipped in chi, a living organism, they are able to think and become jealous that some soap bubbles are bigger, brighter, and therefore they must be dealt with harshly. Murder in the sink, tub, wherever.
Sssh . . . Those guy wearing the white coats are still looking for me . . . Sssh . . .
Returning (Poetry) - 12/3/2012 12:38:14 PM
HA!! LOVE this, Diana... even the form is perfect with its short lines, repetition and timing. Such confidence in the concision, just great. :)) xx
Returning (Poetry) - 12/3/2012 7:28:41 AM
Awesome....the story you tell here in so scant words...covers a lifetime with a loving pet! Love the way you put this together!