Midnight Sun (Poetry) - 8/4/2008 5:26:34 AM
Good poem, Steven. Of course there's the other side of the story too, when the sun is up nearly 24 hrs/day, and you're energized beyond belief and think you can live forever. At least that's what happened to me one glorious week in Fairbanks last summer. Terry
Midnight Sun (Poetry) - 8/3/2008 8:18:28 PM
I wonder, Steven, how long you have to live in Alaska
before you become accustomed to the midnight sun? How
do the Native Americans handle it? Many questions to
this powerful write. And so well written. -gene.
Midnight Sun (Poetry) - 8/3/2008 6:51:15 PM
I heard long ago about the long days in Alaska and the light for nights. A friend's friend long ago married and went to Alaska. Inge in now dead, but she died of cancer I believe. Her husband remarried and is living in a town near us. She was a wonderful girl and told us all about the midnight Sun in Alaska. It was just as you put it here. Good write**********
The Only Chance We'll Have (Poetry) - 8/3/2008 6:15:11 PM
It would be nice to start over and experience new things I didn't do on this trip. After sixty-three years, I do not think I have any complaints. After all, I made it this far and managed to do quite a bit. I stop and look back along my long, winding, crooked path and see so much left to write about.
My Shoes (Poetry) - 8/3/2008 6:11:33 PM
A trick ending. You got someone else to break your shoes in for you so you wouldn't have to. Good touch. However, metaphorically, you are inviting us to slip those shoes on through our writing. I'm already in those shoes. When I'm done, I'll give them back.
Choices (Poetry) - 8/3/2008 6:09:18 PM
I see the majesty and beauty--breathtaking. I understand why you went and stayed.
Haunting Dreams (Poetry) - 8/3/2008 6:07:50 PM
I know this road well. It beckons.
Midnight Sun (Poetry) - 8/3/2008 5:57:26 PM
A powerful, brief glimpse into what it is like to live in Alaska and the far north where there is a price for having a long night. "Timid souls can't sleep now and seek escape through death" reveals the need to be strong or stay away and live where night and day have a balance.
My Shoes (Poetry) - 7/27/2008 9:31:57 AM
Who cares how you write, just do it! Think your shoes fit just fine. :) Well done, Steven.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Choices (Poetry) - 7/27/2008 9:31:01 AM
Steven,
Oh, to live Alaskan: in boiling hot Texas, Alaska seems more and more like home! LOL But then there's winter - but then there's scenery. Wildlife. Northern Lights. COOLNESS ... a wonderful write, very well done. One day, hope to make the same choice as you!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. (USAF, '83-'85 - thank you for your service)
My Shoes (Poetry) - 7/7/2008 10:44:12 AM
I always say, "those little treasures "called memories" tucked away for safe keeping are worth their weight in gold. A nice write.
My Shoes (Poetry) - 7/6/2008 10:18:58 AM
We all have those witty childhood stories. Great way to put it into a poem. -Te'Erra
My Shoes (Poetry) - 7/6/2008 1:47:57 AM
Childhood memories are very precious and special.Very good poem.I enjoy reading it very much
Edwin
Haunting Dreams (Poetry) - 7/5/2008 5:39:42 PM
Very good piece, Steve. I'll never really understand how, after spending nearly eight years in the Army, I never found myself in a war. And that's not a complaint--more like the prayer of thanks I say everynight. Equally perplexing, after being an MP in Germany (Berlin and the West) and playing hide-and-seek with the various brands of German Terrorists during the '70s and '80s, and another eight years in civilian law enforcement (four years each, county and city departments), I never found myself in a position where I had to "punch" anyone's ticket. Again, not a complaint, just an astonished observation.
Be well,
William
