tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2599471237636371761.post6205763402759043783..comments2024-03-26T11:02:23.494-07:00Comments on Library Matters: Poetry Friday July 26, 2019Cheriee Weichelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662398117320256935noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2599471237636371761.post-87717355933272556952019-07-31T10:51:17.639-07:002019-07-31T10:51:17.639-07:00So vivid!So vivid!Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2599471237636371761.post-36996824021436090772019-07-28T22:46:35.657-07:002019-07-28T22:46:35.657-07:00Ah such a telling Cheriee, I also felt as if I was...Ah such a telling Cheriee, I also felt as if I was there with you as the memory unfolded–and your ending is perfect!Michelle Koganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02575814872372518994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2599471237636371761.post-87288084463746511482019-07-28T05:53:33.477-07:002019-07-28T05:53:33.477-07:00Your word choice is spot on in this poem! I love h...Your word choice is spot on in this poem! I love how you use words in unexpected ways, like crevices here:<br />"streaks of sunlight<br />that pierced through crevices<br />in the towering pines"<br />You really pull the reader right into this scene! I felt your "frissons" of fear , little mouse, and jerked from the startling chop of the ax and those wood splinters flying. Well done!<br />Molly Hoganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16975100905434379155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2599471237636371761.post-34285531417047232012019-07-28T04:17:20.342-07:002019-07-28T04:17:20.342-07:00What a strong memory! You captured it perfectly --...What a strong memory! You captured it perfectly -- I was just as mesmerized as you were!Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2599471237636371761.post-7603460768813473532019-07-27T20:22:29.748-07:002019-07-27T20:22:29.748-07:00Thank you for taking us along on this adventure. I...Thank you for taking us along on this adventure. I don't think I realized previously that you were actually with your family on this adventure. I guess I thought it came from stories from family. It's been a fascinating read!Kimberly Hutmacherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17481478199892532599noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2599471237636371761.post-6768965730270589642019-07-27T15:29:17.332-07:002019-07-27T15:29:17.332-07:00There are some great comments here for you, Cherie...There are some great comments here for you, Cheriee. I reread your poem to see how Linda and Margaret saw the break. I certainly understand their viewpoints. I love the 2nd part of your poem when you watch the boy start chopping. It was an intense feeling that you delivered well to us. I understand your dilemma of staying versus being running home with a humiliated heart. Good luck on the revisions and the ending chapers. Carol Varsalonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02589714711155938528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2599471237636371761.post-41121741566505811872019-07-27T13:06:26.373-07:002019-07-27T13:06:26.373-07:00I found myself creeping along with you through the...I found myself creeping along with you through the forest - your details evoke so much emotion and draw me into the scene. Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08210045352610490115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2599471237636371761.post-61153867843241241322019-07-26T15:21:28.305-07:002019-07-26T15:21:28.305-07:00One of your real talents, Cheriee, is making me fe...One of your real talents, Cheriee, is making me feel like I'm right there with you. I never feel distanced from what you're writing. It's a gift.Michelle Heidenrich Barneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02051827857519159837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2599471237636371761.post-24165249164148217552019-07-26T07:01:13.722-07:002019-07-26T07:01:13.722-07:00I agree with Linda. You could make this poem into...I agree with Linda. You could make this poem into two scenes, one in the forest alone somewhat frightened but mostly comfortable and in awe, and the other the cousin's reprimand. But also they work well together here, yet I find the ending comes too soon. The beginning is slow and steady while the end is a race to mother. I love the idea of memoir in verse and told myself I was going to try it, but I haven't yet. Margaret Simonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04434866104385187658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2599471237636371761.post-19803447893653915402019-07-26T05:32:56.143-07:002019-07-26T05:32:56.143-07:00How the forest lets you in....brilliant. Why is it...How the forest lets you in....brilliant. Why is it not safe? I think there are two poems here. I'm not sure how I would tease them apart. But, there's definitely the alluring woods and the sinister implication by the cousin. Linda Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00833034575304594924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2599471237636371761.post-56437188202942275212019-07-25T22:37:48.021-07:002019-07-25T22:37:48.021-07:00Ooooh that sly smile and dark shadows of the under...Ooooh that sly smile and dark shadows of the understory had me worrying about a sinister outcome. There is just so much to love in this poem. So many little treasures! Well done.KatApel - katswhiskers.wordpress.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01297639228969549518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2599471237636371761.post-71758467459605927032019-07-25T20:37:11.937-07:002019-07-25T20:37:11.937-07:00This tiny memory, yet still so fresh in your mind,...This tiny memory, yet still so fresh in your mind, Cheriee. I have a few like that, the startling of something unexpected. Great details, love about the boy chopping wood & adore "while I crept on<br />a silent mouse". Congratulations for all the poems written.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.com