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To Be a Tree (Poetry) - 11/18/2009 10:15:05 AM
A nice and truthful poem.take care

Lonesome Room (Poetry) - 11/18/2009 10:13:22 AM
A well written piece.Deep and strong.take care

last tee shirt (Poetry) - 11/16/2009 7:48:16 AM
There is a deeper story in your writing that leaves the reader wanting to know more. The sign of a story weaver. Cheers and peace, Dan

Lonesome Room (Poetry) - 11/16/2009 7:44:43 AM
Well done, I love the short but direct approach you have taken. Cheers, Dan

Lonesome Room (Poetry) - 11/16/2009 5:41:12 AM
A lonesome room?...the one with tears on its floor. Georg

last tee shirt (Poetry) - 11/16/2009 5:40:09 AM
What you had never will go away, not eve the memory of a T-shirt gone. Georg

Lonesome Room (Poetry) - 11/15/2009 11:27:19 PM
Seems I have seen a few rooms like this one, seems to be void of a personality and a soul, nice writing... Be always safe, Karen

last tee shirt (Poetry) - 11/15/2009 4:50:33 PM
I love the way you write, Kathryn. -gene.

Lonesome Room (Poetry) - 11/15/2009 4:47:55 PM
Powerful stuff in a few simple, well crafted words, Kathryn. And what's worse, a houseful of empty rooms. -gene.

last tee shirt (Poetry) - 11/15/2009 4:37:45 PM
Sadly poignant and when we lose someone the desire to hold onto something that was close to them is strong. Fee

Lonesome Room (Poetry) - 11/15/2009 4:35:36 PM
It is funny how a room can have such personality...when buying a house we may walk into a room and have a rush of hope and desire for what is to come and may take place in that room but on the same token when we are moving out...we can find such a sad feeling almost of desertion permeating the air. fee

Lonesome Room (Poetry) - 11/15/2009 12:51:36 PM
Succinctly powerful in emotive meaning implied and shared. Well done, Kathryn. Love and best wishes, Regis

To Be a Tree (Poetry) - 6/1/2009 6:59:39 AM
I like the tree metaphor, Kathryn: They are thick as trees, talking leaf talk. -gene.

To Be a Tree (Poetry) - 5/30/2009 9:09:54 PM
Most of those social gatherings aren't all that they're cracked up to be. Not beinging at the heart of so many of them isn't really such a bad thing.

To Be a Tree (Poetry) - 5/27/2009 3:46:33 PM
Sometimes we feel alienated in social situations and we become what they expect us to be... FEe

To Be a Tree (Poetry) - 5/27/2009 3:05:15 PM
I can so relate to this. Some would say that I do well but they do not really know... I love this and it is so good to read you again! hugs and love, Myrna

To Be a Tree (Poetry) - 5/27/2009 7:24:18 AM
"I need the courage of a thousand lions to break through, to say notice me." What a fantastic line... this is such a strong piece of writing... well done! Cheers, Dan

To Be a Tree (Poetry) - 5/27/2009 12:35:49 AM
Long ago, in eons of past lives I was a tree, a oak not less. Kind of big without brutality, very high but without arrogance, and of course with a head full of small chirping birds... See what you done? inspired me to remember! Great tree panegyric. Georg

To Be a Tree (Poetry) - 5/26/2009 6:38:41 PM
Lovely, warm and very moving.... Be always safe, Karen

Silly Over Stars (Poetry) - 8/6/2008 11:27:28 AM
This is a very good poem,I love reading it,take care Edwin

Silly Over Stars (Poetry) - 8/3/2008 8:35:50 PM
You make me want to make a wish, this is so light and beautiful........ Be alwys safe, Karen

Silly Over Stars (Poetry) - 8/3/2008 4:45:45 PM
Great Analogy!!! Star so Bright. Thank you for sharing.

Here it is (Poetry) - 8/3/2008 3:22:55 PM
I like this one Kathy, it has such nice vivid images and I can almost feel the cool air of fall. hugs Fee

Silly Over Stars (Poetry) - 8/3/2008 2:07:55 PM
The SkyWatcher in me appreciates the wonder of these lines, pointing UP - well done! (((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Silly Over Stars (Poetry) - 8/3/2008 2:03:26 PM
We don't contemplate the stars like we used to.... shame. Ron

doldrums (Poetry) - 8/3/2008 8:14:49 AM
Kathryn, you're a wonder. Doldrums, a neverland of dozing. You've got a fan. -gene.

Here it is (Poetry) - 8/3/2008 8:11:52 AM
Another beauty, Kathryn. October on beach. Brisk. Reminds you you're alive. -gene.

Silly Over Stars (Poetry) - 8/3/2008 8:10:00 AM
Excellent,vKathryn. So good to see the bright outsider steal the show. -gene.

doldrums (Poetry) - 8/3/2008 8:01:06 AM
I have found many a time lying on my sofa things that I should had done yesterday because I was looking those things that I should do tomorrow, that is, today...so, I got and slumbered that responsability on another couch. Georg

You Give Me Fever (Poetry) - 6/25/2008 6:57:49 AM
This is great, Kathryn. And true, wherever you live. But you just can't beat October at the shore. Although there's usually a breeze coming off the ocean all summer, as long as you can still see the ocean. -gene.

You Give Me Fever (Poetry) - 6/24/2008 8:10:35 PM
What a wonderful idea, the frige is the best appliance to stay near on those hot, steamy days... Be always safe, Karen

You Give Me Fever (Poetry) - 6/24/2008 3:13:56 PM
Wonderful. Being in Yuma where it's 115 quite often (like today), boy can I relate! Mary (the desertrat)

You Give Me Fever (Poetry) - 6/24/2008 10:27:20 AM
Great write Kath and I bit that's not all that will get nippy if you hang by that freezer too long. hugs Fee

You Give Me Fever (Poetry) - 6/24/2008 7:03:49 AM
Kathryn, Oh, I wish I'd written this - cleverness, indeed! You describe a typical Texas summer - bleah. Ready for winter! Or fall, at least. Well done! *applause* (((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Crades of Sound (Poetry) - 6/1/2008 6:46:49 PM
Kathryn, Stunning capture of the past, seen in the present - well done - (((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Crades of Sound (Poetry) - 6/1/2008 3:19:55 PM
...always finding one in something of the past...given the music of rebirth...is to be found in your words. excellent work Kathryn... John

Crades of Sound (Poetry) - 6/1/2008 12:04:58 PM
This is a well thought out poem...pictures of our relatives sometimes look just like us. I enjoyed this!

Crades of Sound (Poetry) - 6/1/2008 9:17:24 AM
A great poem beautifuly written, Kathryn. I guess genes are inescapable. -Gene.

Poetry is Odd (Poetry) - 6/1/2008 9:14:44 AM
Kathryn, as I'm sure you know, understanding good poetry comes with exposure. We hope. - Gene.

Poetry is Odd (Poetry) - 6/1/2008 7:38:15 AM
Poetry is not here to be undesrtood, poetry is here to be feel... Georg

Crades of Sound (Poetry) - 6/1/2008 7:37:07 AM
Like rumaging in an old drawer and finding images of ourselves in generations past and thinking that, perhaps in the future, someone will open it again and wonder... Georg

Little Heart Lost (Poetry) - 5/30/2008 8:52:52 AM
Indeed the heart is very vulnerable but we need it to go on. Nicely expressed, Kathryn. Love and peace to you, Regis

very old shoes at the museum (Poetry) - 5/30/2008 8:51:17 AM
A most compelling write, Kathryn; you effectively express the horrific symbolism of the shoes. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you, Regis

very old shoes at the museum (Poetry) - 5/22/2008 6:57:54 PM
Ominous!

very old shoes at the museum (Poetry) - 5/22/2008 3:03:21 PM
Amazing what strikes at the heart to bring all the horror and anguish to a realization, well said..... Be always safe, Karen

very old shoes at the museum (Poetry) - 5/22/2008 1:02:15 PM
Kathyrn, this is profound & a powerful write, it caused this reader to gasp in sorrow. Those old shoes held many happy, sad, tragic, heart rendering memories that if they could have spoken, we would have never believed their stories. This is an absolute outstanding writing & it touched me so much.

very old shoes at the museum (Poetry) - 5/22/2008 12:32:21 PM
*tears* This one is powerfully penned sadness - well done, Kathryn - (((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

very old shoes at the museum (Poetry) - 5/22/2008 10:20:41 AM
The sadness of loss is great in your poem. I recently saw a picture where soldiers stood over the empty boots with a flag in the background. I also saw a picture of Holocaust victims laid out in rows for as far as the eye could see. Your poem brought back those pictures.

In Lieu of Flowers - Send Ground Round (Poetry) - 5/22/2008 10:17:17 AM
another great one, killjoy.

very old shoes at the museum (Poetry) - 5/22/2008 10:14:13 AM
Even after all these years it is impossible to forget the horrors that those very old shoes represent. A great piece of writing, Kathryn. - Gene.

In Lieu of Flowers - Send Ground Round (Poetry) - 5/22/2008 9:03:04 AM
yep....different strokes.....silly and nice at the same tiem, stan

very old shoes at the museum (Poetry) - 5/22/2008 9:00:30 AM
i can feel the heartache....open the flood gates of emotion and tears,..........[much sadness but a great write] stan

In Lieu of Flowers - Send Ground Round (Poetry) - 5/22/2008 8:39:09 AM
A 'blooming' good idea for such a 'meaty' subject. Cheers, Dan

Little Heart Lost (Poetry) - 5/22/2008 8:35:50 AM
Superb! Cheers, Dan

very old shoes at the museum (Poetry) - 5/22/2008 8:33:57 AM
Wow! more here than meets the eyes. Great write. Peace, Dan

Little Heart Lost (Poetry) - 5/22/2008 7:39:12 AM
Sometimes we lost our heart, and no matter how or where we look for it...it's gone. Georg

very old shoes at the museum (Poetry) - 5/22/2008 7:36:43 AM
In 1945 many GI where witnesses to a few pile of shoes in the concentration camps. Those in the museum aren't art, they are an insensitive way to "art" that offend a few and hurt too many. Georg

In Lieu of Flowers - Send Ground Round (Poetry) - 5/22/2008 7:32:24 AM
With my allergies to flower's pollen, that butcher shop seems more appropiate, maybe I can smell one of those humongous texas T-bone steaks and send that cholesterol level to shut up to Mars. Georg

Ancestor Energy (Poetry) - 5/22/2008 7:14:14 AM
Maybe is a DJ somewhere to give you that favorite tunes. Georg

Phantom Conversations (Poetry) - 5/21/2008 12:57:05 PM
Wow! Very intense and very good. Peace, Dan

Phantom Conversations (Poetry) - 5/21/2008 8:16:58 AM
Like looking at something slowly ungluing, with that painful what ifs and so hard to let go. Georg

War and Peace (Poetry) - 5/21/2008 8:15:17 AM
If storms are war, peace is...perhaps two lovers, hand in hand walking on wet grass oblivious of the rain? Georg

Isolations's a bummer (Poetry) - 5/21/2008 8:13:38 AM
Who say he is alone in his coffin? by the noise and gigglings coming from there...I don't think so! Georg

Isolations's a bummer (Poetry) - 5/20/2008 7:39:42 PM
your winging out some different and good stuff,nicely done, stan

War and Peace (Poetry) - 5/20/2008 7:37:21 PM
i like this ,the flow the images......reminds me down here in the canyons the trees sway differently,they move upward like shaking a hollohoop..very strange......any way nice write, stan

Phantom Conversations (Poetry) - 5/20/2008 6:33:03 PM
As two souls glide freely, very beautiful... Be always safe, Karen

Phantom Conversations (Poetry) - 5/20/2008 4:01:49 PM
Powerfully penned - well done, Kathryn. (((HUGS))) and love, karla.

Phantom Conversations (Poetry) - 5/20/2008 1:52:16 PM
Kathryn, your writing, and its style, give me great pleasure. Gene.

War and Peace (Poetry) - 5/20/2008 1:49:10 PM
Excellent, Kathryn. Beautifully written, line for line. Gene.

Isolations's a bummer (Poetry) - 5/20/2008 12:56:09 PM
Oh, I love this one, Kathryn, shades of darkness - wonderful imagery! You set the mood, perfectly - well done! (((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Dragon's Breath (Poetry) - 5/8/2008 12:46:10 AM
That dragon, still keeps prisoner the princess? Georg

Royal (Poetry) - 5/8/2008 12:13:39 AM
And mine was a flat Underwood, growing into a Remington, reincarnating on a Electrical Brothers and finally succumbing to a Compaq Presario Milenium Edition. But the little flat one that taught me to type...still somewhere, lovingly packed as a precious heriloom. Georg

Royal (Poetry) - 5/7/2008 4:05:17 PM
A nice write...the old Royal was one of my favorites, in fact, I learned to type on one. Enjoyed!

Royal (Poetry) - 5/7/2008 1:11:46 PM
Ah, first the old Royal then the IBM Selectric with all its many fonts to do the job that the old Royal did without electricity, well said... Be always safe, Karen

Dragon's Breath (Poetry) - 5/7/2008 7:55:40 AM
Vivid and sharp images and senses presented here Kathy. Well done. Fee

Royal (Poetry) - 5/7/2008 7:54:25 AM
Sure brought back memories both good and bad. lol Fee

A man on a galloping horse (Poetry) - 5/6/2008 10:00:48 AM
Jesus, Joseph and Mary is my favorite...heard it first from a former devout catholic... Cheers, Dan

mamas always hold your hand (Poetry) - 5/6/2008 9:57:39 AM
Katherine, this is a story of life we all experienced, each one of us. Well done! Peace, Dan

Of Human Poundage (Poetry) - 5/5/2008 11:18:53 AM
Extremely delightful, creative and inventively true too..... Be always safe, Karen

mamas always hold your hand (Poetry) - 5/5/2008 10:27:47 AM
I like the way you blended mother's constant love and support into life lessons fro a child climaxing in the real story... Fee

Of Human Poundage (Poetry) - 5/5/2008 10:25:11 AM
yea I find it fun when I buy the wrong size and wear it so you have to take your belt in a few extra notches and with a 2XL sweat shirt I get all kinds of people asking me if I lost weight. lol hugs Fee

mamas always hold your hand (Poetry) - 5/5/2008 7:42:08 AM
Mine, never took my hand. Georg

Of Human Poundage (Poetry) - 5/5/2008 7:37:49 AM
A girl in flannels is like eating a burrito wrapped in cardboard. Let the fat run freely down your chin and... Georg

A man on a galloping horse (Poetry) - 5/5/2008 7:18:57 AM
Those in a hurry will never see us, but will only hear the sound of their running away... Georg

A man on a galloping horse (Poetry) - 5/5/2008 6:16:59 AM
The things parents and grandparents said - adages from the past coming alive in the present - you bring to mind things my own family said. Well done, Kathryn, nice to be reading you again, you've been missed! (((HUGS))) and love, Karla. My favorite saying: "Little pitchers have big ears." LOL

mamas always hold your hand (Poetry) - 5/5/2008 6:14:46 AM
Powerfully penned sadness, Kathryn - well done - (((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(

Of Human Poundage (Poetry) - 5/5/2008 6:13:51 AM
Kathryn, You've penned one that many will identify with - this hits too close to home - well done. (((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

My Ghost Runner (Poetry) - 4/14/2008 4:07:53 PM
God, this is brilliant. Sad, but brilliant.

My Ghost Runner (Poetry) - 4/14/2008 5:23:07 AM
A beautiful bit of nostalgia.

My Ghost Runner (Poetry) - 4/13/2008 3:05:39 PM
A loving tribute, Kathryn; would that all relationships were like this. Love and best wishes, Regis

My Ghost Runner (Poetry) - 4/12/2008 2:01:17 AM
If you look good at that "wind" going by, you will realizing that it is him, jogging and passing by to let you know that he still is around taking care of you. Georg

My Ghost Runner (Poetry) - 4/11/2008 7:07:53 PM
Bittersweet and yet very loving and a wonderful way to remember your husband..... Be always safe, Karen

My Ghost Runner (Poetry) - 4/11/2008 6:11:11 PM
Just two words dear.. I know..) much love, Myrna

My Ghost Runner (Poetry) - 4/11/2008 9:49:06 AM
Kathy, wonderful write, I have always admired those that are runners, it's real work. Peace, Dan

My Ghost Runner (Poetry) - 4/11/2008 9:47:46 AM
It is amazing how such small thinks can trigger memories dormant into the clarity of today with instead of a sadness a sense of love that still lingers on... hugs Fee

My Ghost Runner (Poetry) - 4/11/2008 7:13:21 AM
Quite powerful, Kathyrn, and truly heartfelt.

My Ghost Runner (Poetry) - 4/11/2008 7:12:10 AM
Kathy, Stunning imagery - particularly, "... Rainbows arch crayola and I am colorless ..." Such a mood of loss, in these lines, alone - so sorry - well done. (((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Singing & Digging (Poetry) - 4/7/2008 8:09:57 PM
Well-written piece, a snippet of strong images that stay with the reader....Seamus would be proud, lol :)

Singing & Digging (Poetry) - 4/4/2008 2:28:39 AM
...and if one go and kiss that Blarney Stone.... Georg

Elsive Gratitude Illusive (Poetry) - 4/4/2008 2:26:19 AM
"...yor slippers call from Christmas pas..." how lovely to be welcomed every morning with peaceful memories... Georg

Breathing to Death (Poetry) - 4/4/2008 2:24:02 AM
That's another kind of death, a she? mine was a ugly looking dude. Georg

Breathing to Death (Poetry) - 4/3/2008 10:18:02 AM
Strong image here Kathy but I am afraid letting go and going with the current isn't always the answer for when you hit the next bend and are flung against the rocks and left alive but battered and bruised...is it worth it then? Fee

Elsive Gratitude Illusive (Poetry) - 4/3/2008 10:15:52 AM
Grief, loss, despondency all rob the spirit of the will to go on but as we write and as we rise again there is the hope in the morning sun that time though fleeting is still our friend. Lovely write Fee

Singing & Digging (Poetry) - 4/3/2008 10:10:31 AM
Wow...this is one of your best and the timing is perfect for I just finished reading the Rebels of Ireland by Edward Rurherfurd, so I was really in the mood for this. Well done Kathy. hugs fee

Elsive Gratitude Illusive (Poetry) - 4/3/2008 9:43:47 AM
So fatalistic...but so good. Peace, Dan

Singing & Digging (Poetry) - 4/3/2008 9:39:18 AM
Wow! Excellent! You even quoted one of my favorites...GK Cheers, Dan

I am the Moon (Poetry) - 3/19/2008 4:08:36 AM
''Looking in at you until the heavens darken and the stars are mine'' I like this!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

I am the Moon (Poetry) - 3/18/2008 7:50:14 PM
I like how the moon was speaking to us, great fun!

I am the Moon (Poetry) - 3/17/2008 6:48:26 AM
Excellent write... Cheers, Dan

I am the Moon (Poetry) - 3/16/2008 10:44:48 AM
This is good poetry... and excellent imagining! You play the role very well, and next time I venture out into the night's darkness, I'll tip my hat... so we'll know that I'm your nighttime friend, okay? Enjoyed every line. - Bill

I am the Moon (Poetry) - 3/16/2008 4:58:06 AM
I am the night, you are the moon, we can't exist without each other. Georg

I am the Moon (Poetry) - 3/15/2008 2:21:00 PM
Very nicely done, as the moon comes out almost like a sensual mistress, who must be home long before daybreak finds her out and about. fee

The Sorrowful Mysteries (Poetry) - 3/14/2008 2:59:05 PM
Wow, good ending line. The Agony in the Garden is my favorite done in artwork as it shows a vulnerable side of Jesus and is so beautiful, you brought this to mind with this poem. I hope you have a blessed Palm Sunday and Easter.

The Sorrowful Mysteries (Poetry) - 3/13/2008 4:15:38 AM
Indeed, a time for meditation, and wonder if we were worth the sacrifice. Georg

The Sorrowful Mysteries (Poetry) - 3/12/2008 5:08:07 PM
An episode in history, that changed history evermore is one that will be remembered through eternity. Who else among us would sacrifice so much for so little.... Be always safe, Karen

The Sorrowful Mysteries (Poetry) - 3/12/2008 9:54:47 AM
Kathy, very interesting write...indeed, thought provoking. Peace, Dan

The Sorrowful Mysteries (Poetry) - 3/12/2008 7:49:08 AM
Kathryn, Thought provoking excellence, very well penned. (((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Recognition (Poetry) - 2/16/2008 8:03:59 PM
...beautiful write...captured are the stars of night...giving light...and recognized at dawn. well done Kathryn... John

Recognition (Poetry) - 2/15/2008 3:14:57 PM
Very soothihg and tranquil words to ease the pain of the soul...... Be always safe, Karen

Recognition (Poetry) - 2/15/2008 7:19:26 AM
Kathy, Beautifully imaged and penned - well done! (((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Sugarless Wilderness (Poetry) - 2/7/2008 8:40:35 PM
Very interesting perspective and well expressed.... Be always safe, Karen

Sugarless Wilderness (Poetry) - 2/6/2008 7:43:14 AM
Kathryn...as long as the heart remains pure, the sugar will be found inside the faith flowers. Georg

Sugarless Wilderness (Poetry) - 2/6/2008 7:29:21 AM
Kathryn, Oh, the memories this brings back! Growing up Catholic was hard, wasn't it, trying to stay pure and holy, avoiding temptation ... having to go to Confession to admit our failures ... well done, saving this one! (((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Great Blue Heron (Poetry) - 1/16/2008 11:18:12 AM
I once shared a fishing hole with a great Heron and when he departed it left me wiht such a strange feeling of being almost like friends as his wing spand threw shadows over me. Fee

Great Blue Heron (Poetry) - 1/16/2008 11:03:49 AM
I think the blue heron is one of the prettiest sights in nature. Very well penned; brava! (((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Great Blue Heron (Poetry) - 1/16/2008 10:29:47 AM
one day walking around a small lake, the bird kept flying away upon my aproach,after my 3rd lap ,I guess the bird got used to me he just nodded his head as I passed by, nice write ,, (I love those birds) stan

Great Blue Heron (Poetry) - 1/16/2008 9:00:11 AM
More than a bird...an aristocrat!!! Georg

Great Blue Heron (Poetry) - 1/16/2008 8:44:03 AM
Kathy, great write; it reminds me of the Blue Herons that settled down on the South Oregon Coast...a real sight. Cheers, Dan

Great Blue Heron (Poetry) - 1/16/2008 8:01:28 AM
I love the great blue heron--poetry in motion! Beautiful capture, Kathryn. (((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Adeste Fidelis (Poetry) - 1/4/2008 7:22:22 AM
I will ditto Dan's comment.. it is a very good thing!! love, Myrna

Adeste Fidelis (Poetry) - 12/31/2007 9:19:21 AM
Kathy, this is a really strong pen on your individual faith. The last verse seems to say it all. You offer much to think about, and that, in itself is a very good thing. Peace, Dan

Adeste Fidelis (Poetry) - 12/30/2007 2:59:10 PM
As an Agnostic I tend to believe in a higher power but not in any one organized religion. Born, Christened and raised as a Roman Catholic, when I became a man I decided that too much of the church and for that matter all churhes were based on hypocristy and so I broke free. This poem states your values and believes and I respect your right to say them. Fee

The Prodigal Rug Man (Poetry) - 12/29/2007 11:11:15 AM
Kathy, lots to think about here, kind of like peeling back one rug after another. Nice work, Peace, Dan

The Prodigal Rug Man (Poetry) - 12/29/2007 12:03:24 AM
The pondering of many thoughts here, nicely done... Be safe, Karen

The Prodigal Rug Man (Poetry) - 12/28/2007 5:24:28 PM
I love the character portrait in verse, Kathryn; you brought the rug seller to live in thrilling lines! Well done. (((HUGS))) and love, and Happy New Year, Karla.

The Prodigal Rug Man (Poetry) - 12/28/2007 5:23:41 PM
Intriquing to say the least, what drove him back, lack of business, the call of family support...was he giving up or giving in...lots of lifes lessons here.... Fee

To the watercolorist from her creations (Poetry) - 12/20/2007 9:09:05 AM
Amazing, an artist with pen and brush in one soul, well done! Peace, Dan

To the watercolorist from her creations (Poetry) - 12/19/2007 6:12:58 PM
Yea, good o'l mum, hated when she dragged me by my hair though!

To the watercolorist from her creations (Poetry) - 12/19/2007 5:49:59 PM
A painting bursting of color, sparking in your delight, nice write... Be safe, Karen

To the watercolorist from her creations (Poetry) - 12/19/2007 4:32:27 PM
Beautifully painted, Kathryn, well done. Love this one. (((HUGS))) and love, and Merry Christmas, Karla.

Spot of Smoke (Poetry) - 12/15/2007 10:36:21 AM
Even though I stopped smoking years ago, I still find the smell of cigarette smoke somewhat intoxicating. Dan

Old Elms (Poetry) - 12/15/2007 10:33:56 AM
Your words compose the image of the opera of elms seeking survival of the snow. Cheers, Dan

Old Elms (Poetry) - 12/15/2007 3:47:24 AM
riveting and so vivid as I too can look out my window and see the beauty of all the white that adorns the world in winter.... Fee

Old Elms (Poetry) - 12/14/2007 6:31:39 PM
Oh but how they will spring to life when spring does arrive. Just beautiful... Be safe, Karen

Old Elms (Poetry) - 12/14/2007 7:39:22 AM
Beautifully imaged, Kathy, well done. (((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Old Elms (Poetry) - 12/14/2007 6:49:28 AM
each grain of creation is a wonder It truly is.

Who's to Say (Poetry) - 12/3/2007 9:45:30 PM
nice juxtaposition of imagery ...

ignorance is bliss (Poetry) - 11/27/2007 12:52:44 PM
This provides a great deal of substance for reflection, Kathryn. Thank you. Love and best wishes, Regis

Little Tree Lost (Poetry) - 11/27/2007 12:51:47 PM
I love trees. I have planted a great many throughout my life so far. "Progress" has already killed many of them but many survive and thrive. I have written quite a lot of my poems on the theme of "trees." For example: "The Tree" and "Death of a Birch" which are posted here at AD. Thank you for sharing your gift, Kathryn. Love and peace, Regis

Sculpture (Poetry) - 11/27/2007 12:49:33 PM
I "sit" back and appreciate the statue that you have sculpted with your words, Kathryn. Thank you. Love and peace to you, Regis

Who's to Say (Poetry) - 11/27/2007 12:48:18 PM
I love this metaphorical poetic offering, Kathryn. Thank you for sharing it. Love and best wishes, Regis

Who's to Say (Poetry) - 11/26/2007 3:46:10 PM
Delightful - a strong yet simple statement that moves the senses. Blessings ... Richard

Sculpture (Poetry) - 11/26/2007 8:32:39 AM
and you are a fine sculpture of words, keep chisleing. peace, dan

Who's to Say (Poetry) - 11/26/2007 8:29:52 AM
Ms. Collins, this is a damn good write... Cheers, Dan

I Gasp (Poetry) - 11/26/2007 7:30:44 AM
The coffee will be delivered by an old king, a coffee that will make your socks and everything else to take a hike. Sound the royal trumpets!!! here comes the tray with the Queen's mug. Georg

ignorance is bliss (Poetry) - 11/26/2007 7:26:44 AM
We are free...only if we don't know ignorance. Georg

Little Tree Lost (Poetry) - 11/26/2007 7:25:24 AM
We could put our names on that old red-wood one, it will take a few hundred of years to get our names forgotten. Georg

Sculpture (Poetry) - 11/26/2007 7:23:34 AM
And Michelangelo said to David in marble "parla, cane!!!" so full of life was that sculpture. Georg PS "parla cane" in italian means "talk, dog"...go figure.

Who's to Say (Poetry) - 11/26/2007 7:20:47 AM
Prancing words around our touching heads on that satin pillow. Georg

Carpets (Poetry) - 11/26/2007 7:19:12 AM
Death is like black color...it is just a state of mind. Georg

Blind to my Watching (Poetry) - 11/26/2007 7:17:47 AM
We can try, but we will never acomplish it, to blow them to oblivion. Georg

Who's to Say (Poetry) - 11/25/2007 8:04:46 PM
Interesting and very soothing to any soul... Be safe, Karen

Who's to Say (Poetry) - 11/25/2007 7:42:13 PM
Life is poetry! Good to read you again. Your words are encouraging. Carmen :-)

Blind to my Watching (Poetry) - 11/25/2007 5:07:58 PM
Interesting write Kathy and one that the reader can read a lot or a little into depending on their frame of mind. Love it. Fee

Little Tree Lost (Poetry) - 11/25/2007 4:32:02 PM
I love this piece,a pleasure, stan

He Watched (Poetry) - 11/25/2007 3:34:10 AM
A stalker and a Tchaikovsky's swan, what a simple yet complicated image! The freedom, suddenly, jumped out like a frighten butterfly. Georg

Dreamland (Poetry) - 11/25/2007 3:30:37 AM
Then...the only thing left is to give a welcome kiss to tomorrow. Georg

He Watched (Poetry) - 11/24/2007 1:43:00 PM
This is a vivid image that you have created and offered up like new art in a gallery...to be savored and thought about. Fee

Dreamland (Poetry) - 11/24/2007 1:39:59 PM
Interesting Ku that speaks a lot more outside the box then inside the lines. Well done. Fee

Dreamland (Poetry) - 11/24/2007 11:05:14 AM
nice short verse with lots of deep reflection. peace, dan

Dreamland (Poetry) - 11/24/2007 10:43:32 AM
Thought provoker, Kathryn: Don't worry about yesterday; it's gone; don't worry about tomorrow; today has enough trouble of its own, demanding all your attention. Excellent. (((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Home (Poetry) - 10/24/2007 6:14:04 PM
To me, that is a sad way to exit. Your words hit home, Kathryn. Love and peace, Regis

I'd Glady Have Gone (Poetry) - 10/24/2007 2:42:02 PM
My deeppest words of consolation, Dear Kathryn. As when my wife died over two years ago, all the suffering and agony for each ended. Blessing to you, and please know that it does get easier, and at a pace you can tolerate. Know, too, that your friends on AD are here, and you will find that they are a strong link in life's chain. With love, - Bill

Don't Look Away (Poetry) - 10/24/2007 1:52:22 PM
Kathryn - Your words remind of years gone by before losing my father in a home BEFORE they were "nursing" homes. That is all now, a hole in the the hell of memory for me. Thank you for vivied reminders. This is an exceptional way that you've said it, "Soft brown eyes cannot die as long as they are looking at me." With understanding and sympathy, - Bill

Home (Poetry) - 10/24/2007 1:42:45 AM
Skeletons, like a bony rack where we hang our flesh. Image of an old person? Georg

Don't Look Away (Poetry) - 10/24/2007 1:40:08 AM
Sitting there, knowing, expecting without expectancy, dreading, the arrival of solitude with the life going out of those eyes, like falling into the abyss after the straw we grabbed got broken. A few words describing an universe of feelings. Good, well done. Georg

I'd Glady Have Gone (Poetry) - 10/24/2007 1:14:42 AM
Yes, when in love, the consolation is that of not have left the other behind with the hands full of emptiness if gone first. Then again, if life was one filled with happiness one can't feel too sad among those legions of good and tender memories. Georg

Home (Poetry) - 10/23/2007 8:07:11 PM
What we call nursing homes, very painfully descriptive.... Be safe, Karen

Home (Poetry) - 10/23/2007 11:55:55 AM
The images are brutal.. yet they ring with a truth that resonates in those halls of hell... hugs and love, Myrna

Don't Look Away (Poetry) - 10/23/2007 10:45:55 AM
Heartwarming feelings of love and compassion that more of us should feel in this world of computer feelings. Fee

Home (Poetry) - 10/23/2007 10:44:32 AM
So very well expressed and sadly all too real as children and grand children forget the sacrifices the elderly made for them in life. Fee

I'd Glady Have Gone (Poetry) - 10/23/2007 9:12:51 AM
What else can one say, other than this is one emotionally charged write, penned so well. Peace, Dan

Don't Look Away (Poetry) - 10/23/2007 9:03:53 AM
Such a compelling tale, well told. Peace, Dan

Home (Poetry) - 10/23/2007 9:00:55 AM
Having my mom in a nursing home just like your description hits the nail on the head. Dan

Home (Poetry) - 10/23/2007 7:46:59 AM
Captured in painful detail, spot on! Used to work in a military hospital, we'd get some patients that were literally frozen in place...they hadn't been turned so their muscles atrophied from disuse. Bedsores all the way to the bone. Covered in urine and feces....I thought things were supposed to be getting better. Apparently not...well done, Kathryn. (((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *tears*

Home (Poetry) - 10/23/2007 7:34:11 AM
homeward bound,yes the struggle of living, stan

I'd Glady Have Gone (Poetry) - 10/23/2007 6:44:07 AM
Wow, Kathryn, this one speaks volumes: all ranges of emotion covered here. Well done. (((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

I'd Glady Have Gone (Poetry) - 10/23/2007 6:43:18 AM
oh,such a heart aching write,The pain ooozes out of every word, painfull to read,take care, stan

I'd Glady Have Gone (Poetry) - 10/23/2007 6:37:52 AM
'My one consolation is you were not left behind.' I will only say this... I know. much love, Myrna

Only Leaves (Poetry) - 10/10/2007 5:43:50 PM
Hmmmm, nice spin so well written on a fun children's adventure. All Hallows Eve with many interpretations, yet still a twinge of mystery.... Be safe, Karen

Only Leaves (Poetry) - 10/10/2007 4:30:59 PM
I never minded halloween, until i dated a NY Goth, sposed to be catholic too.... Yikes her 100's of living dead dolls and other stuff, just ain't the English way... I guess Charlie Browns is the one for me...

Seasonal Exit (Poetry) - 10/10/2007 9:18:27 AM
How hauntingly and mysteriously beautiful. Your questions, suggestions, and opinions are so delicately... in charge! I love each and every word, and line... and love how you write them, Dear Poet. 'Till I meet your keen brain, again... - Bill

Only Leaves (Poetry) - 10/10/2007 4:47:54 AM
The window was closed but opened when an autumn leaf, knocked on its glass, all dressed in Halloween. Georg

Seasonal Exit (Poetry) - 10/10/2007 4:45:11 AM
The only funeral I don't want to participate...is my own. Georg

Only Leaves (Poetry) - 10/9/2007 6:54:31 PM
Ohmy, Kathryn, this is excellent!!!!!!! Well done!! (((HUGS))) and love, Karla. A touch of the macabre: love it!

Only Leaves (Poetry) - 10/9/2007 4:03:32 PM
Your voice in this quickly opened this readers ears to some dang good poetry...I loved it!

Seasonal Exit (Poetry) - 10/9/2007 2:47:19 PM
Intenese and definately thought stirring as we contemplate the statement made of death being seasnonless... Fee

Only Leaves (Poetry) - 10/9/2007 2:46:02 PM
Whispery thoughts that come to live as I look out my window at the autumn picture that you have captured so well... Fee

Only Leaves (Poetry) - 10/9/2007 2:05:42 PM
I loved your beautiful poem but I will not deny that the fact we do not have so many falling leaves here is not a bad thing..) Such a vivid piece of writing, my friend... hugs and love, Myrna

Seasonal Exit (Poetry) - 10/9/2007 1:36:46 PM
Wow... I have no words to say, my dear friend..This is the kind of piece that has you holding your breath until the end and you realize that there is a tear falling down your cheek. just wonderful!! hugs and love, Myrna

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