tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post2377864352743149104..comments2023-10-07T07:26:20.469-07:00Comments on Flux Capacitor: poem: october festMaggie Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14699674732274478502noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-13018594927993357232010-10-12T00:26:36.486-07:002010-10-12T00:26:36.486-07:00thank you everyone for reading. it means so much t...thank you everyone for reading. it means so much to me, each response and each observation. thank you.Maggie Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14699674732274478502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-81735477301553134382010-10-09T22:54:39.787-07:002010-10-09T22:54:39.787-07:00Another testament to the power of your poetry. I ...Another testament to the power of your poetry. I am undone (again, newly, afresh). You weld words beautifully!*https://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-3790859981080626142010-10-07T13:34:40.027-07:002010-10-07T13:34:40.027-07:00"i am alone in this forest hunt.
the family i..."i am alone in this forest hunt.<br />the family is scattered and scarred<br />a nest of tree stumps:<br /><br />i run my hands over each wound<br />press my lips to the worst of the cost.<br />the sky tesseracts over me:<br />all is not lost."<br /><br />You have the ability to describe emotion with powerful imagery. I love the whole poem, but as a poem, especially the closing stanzas, and the synthesis of the imagery throughout, and the symbolism of the rosary of the nonbeliever, and every bead your name. As for meaning, a family scattered and scarred, isolated, cut to adjacent tree stumps, and the poem ending on the hope, as you touch the wounds and kiss the scars- gives me hope, too. I love all of your poems. This one is among your very best.Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12588164536314320479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-77758181589305530602010-10-06T12:24:06.079-07:002010-10-06T12:24:06.079-07:00wow...
we all are witnesses of some kind of madnes...wow...<br />we all are witnesses of some kind of madness.<br /><br />i love your words!!<br /><br />non-believer... you don´t read the believer mag? hehe.<br /><br />no, seriously, i think my eyes bleed too when i read poems like this...<br /><br /><br />let my whisper be sane.-- oh!<br /><br /><br /><br />i love you!!!<br />yolandaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-6719634680209265062010-10-05T23:35:03.873-07:002010-10-05T23:35:03.873-07:00Striking imagery from a haunting voice, Maggie May...Striking imagery from a haunting voice, Maggie May. The 'nest of tree stumps', the rosary beads 'each round and swollen with your name' stay with me after the reading and the rereadings. I hope that today, and everyday, the chorus of voices from your blog friends and followers will help still those 'bitter tongues of madness'.Lorenzo — Alchemist's Pillowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07522265816460154722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-6579708208654340442010-10-05T22:25:58.939-07:002010-10-05T22:25:58.939-07:00gorgeous and brutal and gorgeous.gorgeous and brutal and gorgeous.EcoGrrlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04856550147714231721noreply@blogger.com