tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487146.post151142350475162960..comments2023-10-19T09:13:12.852-05:00Comments on Almost I rushed from home to tell you this: MassPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05607786046959671496noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487146.post-22499793769692579712010-12-11T15:40:23.441-05:002010-12-11T15:40:23.441-05:00wow. this is a great poem. Thank you for making ...wow. this is a great poem. Thank you for making my day worth walking through.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487146.post-31675867635434374612010-09-29T21:47:59.520-05:002010-09-29T21:47:59.520-05:00I'm currently writing a paper on your poems fo...I'm currently writing a paper on your poems for class and they really move me. <br /><br />They are the best things I've read in a long time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487146.post-33168514530030776112010-09-29T12:22:15.977-05:002010-09-29T12:22:15.977-05:00I love this poem. Thanks, Paul.
-HughI love this poem. Thanks, Paul.<br /><br />-HughAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487146.post-47793126803380430392010-09-24T04:46:25.501-05:002010-09-24T04:46:25.501-05:00If we sing, and we do,
the stars sing among us.
In...If we sing, and we do,<br />the stars sing among us.<br />In the individual folds between cells,<br />in the endometrium and synaptic arms<br />that reach into our sadness to divert tears.<br />We’ll never know the future—<br />our future belongs to the Gods<br />and that wise rush of mystery that billows down<br />like the Milky Way.<br />If you want to sing, sing<br />and remember the stars within you shining<br />in between every broken thing,<br />where the light gets insoft grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05926842101605955000noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487146.post-55586225781057327412010-09-15T15:03:07.266-05:002010-09-15T15:03:07.266-05:00Thanks, Fred - I appreciate it, man.Thanks, Fred - I appreciate it, man.Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05607786046959671496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487146.post-53504797101236198902010-09-15T15:02:00.469-05:002010-09-15T15:02:00.469-05:00Hope to see you in Tuscaloosa, Dani.Hope to see you in Tuscaloosa, Dani.Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05607786046959671496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487146.post-15443420021521744102010-09-15T15:01:23.085-05:002010-09-15T15:01:23.085-05:00Thanks, Davanna!Thanks, Davanna!Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05607786046959671496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487146.post-9319615942434148342010-09-15T14:58:28.990-05:002010-09-15T14:58:28.990-05:00so many images in contradiction.
bored and pleadi...so many images in contradiction. <br />bored and pleading, gushing artery and river. What is america?<br />a fevered horizon, a river,<br />a wounded urban scavenger bird..vulnerable vermin harmed beyond repair.<br /><br />it makes me wonder.<br />it makes me sad.Marciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13240918696047614253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487146.post-5156524717690633762010-09-15T11:25:10.623-05:002010-09-15T11:25:10.623-05:00great poem. the couplets really add to the medita...great poem. the couplets really add to the meditative feel. Get this one in the mail first flight.Matthewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10420439951183484197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487146.post-7907370981506180762010-09-15T09:43:32.976-05:002010-09-15T09:43:32.976-05:00This is a living thing bearing many kinds of fruit...This is a living thing bearing many kinds of fruit.<br /><br />I know it will not die.Fred Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09660937700796431860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487146.post-57685187130669136822010-09-14T21:39:22.682-05:002010-09-14T21:39:22.682-05:00Woaah. Gonna have to bust out the dictionary for t...Woaah. Gonna have to bust out the dictionary for this one. But I like your style. <br />I'm intrigued. And consequently, I believe I shall attend your Shindig at UA's Ferguson Center. <br /><br />Keep on keepin' on!<br /><br />DaniDanihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08413873870456026773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487146.post-33674840989109790062010-09-14T20:23:57.170-05:002010-09-14T20:23:57.170-05:00Whoa. There I went with that home-goer. That poem ...Whoa. There I went with that home-goer. That poem is a perfect evocation of a drive home. And thoughts/states of mind therein. I hope that's what you meant it to be. <br /><br />The part about the pigeon reminded me of a bedraggled squirrel I saw today on my walk. His coat was all messed up. And he -- what do squirrels do?-- they sort of hop/scamper. I don't know if you can scamper slowly but he did. He must've been sick. Or had been attacked. I really was concerned for him. Almost like he had been human.<br /><br />Thanks for your poem.davannanoreply@blogger.com