tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232396492371281821.post3937791848414761011..comments2023-10-06T09:23:55.141-04:00Comments on Show...Not Tell: To Change the World...One Word at a TimeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11275286826634283515noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232396492371281821.post-74658948716992964702015-03-29T22:15:27.251-04:002015-03-29T22:15:27.251-04:00This stanza wows me:
She listens to
the cackle of...This stanza wows me:<br /><br />She listens to<br />the cackle of birds<br /> outside her window at dawn.<br />conversation between lovers<br />the silence of wind on water—<br />seeking understanding<br />in the ripple roar of the sound.<br /><br />As I was reading I thought that I do this with my camera, with a paintbrush and now and then with words. Thank you. This inspires me.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232396492371281821.post-88696240553419357322015-03-29T01:39:33.252-04:002015-03-29T01:39:33.252-04:00Thank you, Jaana. Thank you, Jaana. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11275286826634283515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232396492371281821.post-7858795665769827032015-03-29T00:23:18.073-04:002015-03-29T00:23:18.073-04:00I love thinking about my poem being read far away ...I love thinking about my poem being read far away in Australia beginning your day. Nice picture in my mind. <br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11275286826634283515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232396492371281821.post-21168078506220669872015-03-28T20:16:00.356-04:002015-03-28T20:16:00.356-04:00This poem encapsulates the writing life. The sense...This poem encapsulates the writing life. The senses are foremost in your words. Intense reflection on what occurs within the writer and around them. <br />'She holds the word closely<br />as the word changes her—<br />offering the word on page to others,<br />she changes the world.'<br />The close of your poem pays homage to the power of words. What a fitting ending.<br />What a great read on a Sunday morning in far away Australia. Thanks Deb for launching the day of a fellow writer in such a meaningful way. <br />Alan j Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06077195459186935005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232396492371281821.post-79582700484041809202015-03-28T17:41:57.152-04:002015-03-28T17:41:57.152-04:00These are the words that I will hold close today: ...These are the words that I will hold close today: "She writes all she takes in from the world<br />and breathes new life in the ordinary." Jaanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02027755562339582129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232396492371281821.post-10883075865666173922015-03-28T11:34:25.767-04:002015-03-28T11:34:25.767-04:00The world changes when a writer writes and changes...The world changes when a writer writes and changes again when the words are read. <br />All of your thoughts are so true and written in such a lovely way. Thank you!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08273609516768187184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232396492371281821.post-50132374228779168122015-03-28T10:51:12.957-04:002015-03-28T10:51:12.957-04:00A writer "breathes new life in the ordinary&q...A writer "breathes new life in the ordinary" really speaks to me. A writer does change the world one word at a time. Think about how kindness becomes the theme when Wonder is read. Powerful thoughts in a beautiful poem.elsiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16997205294316920985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232396492371281821.post-74064121185654567022015-03-28T10:26:46.068-04:002015-03-28T10:26:46.068-04:00I love your poetic lyrics. You accurately describe...I love your poetic lyrics. You accurately describes what a great writer does. I love the imagery in your writing.Pat Hollowayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02173780616018870845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232396492371281821.post-53314532618999432812015-03-28T09:51:53.148-04:002015-03-28T09:51:53.148-04:00This poem speaks to me. I especially loved your w...This poem speaks to me. I especially loved your word choice in this stanza. She listens to<br />the cackle of birds<br /> outside her window at dawn.<br />conversation between lovers<br />the silence of wind on water—<br />seeking understanding<br />in the ripple roar of the sound.<br /><br />The Silence of wind on water amplifies for me the last lines in the stanza "seeking understanding in ripple roar of the sound." <br /><br />I love the imagery that it conjures in my mind.LibraryDragon/Storykeeperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13695194443477630515noreply@blogger.com