tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post2206530889363477848..comments2023-11-03T09:04:26.994-04:00Comments on A Thing for Words: The AnswerJoseph Heschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13217169295029029233noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-88450622198209183732011-10-16T22:44:55.561-04:002011-10-16T22:44:55.561-04:00Nice write and nice subject, soothing write.
Easy ...Nice write and nice subject, soothing write.<br />Easy to read too.<br /><br />https://seeworldhere.wordpress.com/2011/10/16/our-world-today-they-know/Sharon Rose Thomashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05978390292247630316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-8116293046423481852011-10-15T16:47:52.444-04:002011-10-15T16:47:52.444-04:00Joe- Thanks for capturing such a beautiful moment....Joe- Thanks for capturing such a beautiful moment. I especially like:<br /><br /> and the howling wind is strumming a<br />C-chord through the trees.Laurie Kolphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07494759781947881343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-84418357461369027302011-10-15T07:58:15.668-04:002011-10-15T07:58:15.668-04:00I enjoy that you put this noticing into words Joe....I enjoy that you put this noticing into words Joe. So often we do not even recognize the simple power and beauty of moments like these. Lovely capture ~ RoseAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09988016086874324471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-81022786375059583972011-10-13T05:36:57.405-04:002011-10-13T05:36:57.405-04:00Your imagery is as smooth and vivid as that flow o...Your imagery is as smooth and vivid as that flow of mercury. Beautifully crafted with an ending that lingers with the reader... a message welcomed this early morning.<br /><br />BethAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-75929384496155122792011-10-12T23:22:16.461-04:002011-10-12T23:22:16.461-04:00Here in Colorado, Joe, we are seeing this happen n...Here in Colorado, Joe, we are seeing this happen now each day as the geese come in briefly to stoke themselves on the corn left in the stalks. A poem you might really enjoy is Mary Oliver's The Swan-- except for Yeats' The Wild Swans at Coole or however you spell it, I had never read a poem that conveyed flight, beauty and majesty, like that one. Lovely poem. xxjJenne' R. Andrews https://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-46488234127025369282011-10-12T14:12:36.432-04:002011-10-12T14:12:36.432-04:00Love the depth of the migrating metaphor written s...Love the depth of the migrating metaphor written simply and accessibly finding a conclusion that has been witnessed and felt as long as man has heard the geese's honking heralding their move and their new day. Beautiful.Beachannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08638256396472533685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-42831915267320629562011-10-12T13:13:48.218-04:002011-10-12T13:13:48.218-04:00okay, cool simile
like a sidewinder snaking south
...okay, cool simile<br />like a sidewinder snaking south<br /><br />and the philosophical intones:<br />hat language<br />without words, the one that speaks<br />more truth<br /><br />this poem is packed with good stuff, dude. (in the language of East L.A.)<br /><br />love your poem. thanks.tinkwelbornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14163026661564191285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-13619595929724733732011-10-12T07:22:42.360-04:002011-10-12T07:22:42.360-04:00Gorgeous Joe - you are a masterful imagist - I was...Gorgeous Joe - you are a masterful imagist - I was there - I could see the geese, hear the honking and it lifted my spiritsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-59032484386610454322011-10-12T01:28:26.374-04:002011-10-12T01:28:26.374-04:00you are so right it is never too late love the las...you are so right it is never too late love the last stanza<br />http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/11/the-day-of-the-dead/Ann LeFlorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09421100825301270608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-47197985191480892882011-10-12T00:31:38.380-04:002011-10-12T00:31:38.380-04:00Love the migrating geese . The snow geese winter ...Love the migrating geese . The snow geese winter here where I live. They will be arriving in November....a beautiful site...bkmsigned...bkmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-72668204138849678792011-10-12T00:31:13.315-04:002011-10-12T00:31:13.315-04:00Like this poem very much as it attempts to express...Like this poem very much as it attempts to express the awe when noticing or observing things in nature simply being as it is, the way it moves, how it does things to schedule according to season -- a wonder for some of us who struggle trying to just get by and be in joy of life. Thanks for this poem.Ravenblackhttp://theotherdayplace.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-17281284361789200152011-10-12T00:29:24.208-04:002011-10-12T00:29:24.208-04:00I love that sound and the beautiful sight... but y...I love that sound and the beautiful sight... but you captured the message.Patriciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00991524097486901864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-78189589650617790792011-10-11T22:41:00.664-04:002011-10-11T22:41:00.664-04:00I used to see thousands of geese winging south al...I used to see thousands of geese winging south along the Atlantic coast when I lived in Delaware, especially around Bombay Hook. I still love the sound. <br /><br />But "a streamer of mercury sliding across<br />a wobbly zinc tabletop"<br /><br />stopped me, since it was far out of my experience. Where does THAT happen?Charles Elliott/Beautyseerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05779529545987700565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-35389158774252956252011-10-11T22:35:34.661-04:002011-10-11T22:35:34.661-04:00I know I couldn't stay sane without the touchs...I know I couldn't stay sane without the touchstone of the natural world. Great imagery and language here, Joe, as always. Brian already cherry-picked my favorite line.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-43411437265913697092011-10-11T21:40:42.291-04:002011-10-11T21:40:42.291-04:00Really like these lines
the unspeaking natural wo...Really like these lines<br /><br />the unspeaking natural world had<br />once again addressed a question<br />I hadn't even known I was asking.<br /><br />Love it when that happens!Mark Kerstetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13307987573435067415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-82887355238063787272011-10-11T19:53:10.223-04:002011-10-11T19:53:10.223-04:00I can just hear those geese honking overhead, flyi...I can just hear those geese honking overhead, flying their perennial path to where instinct, some long ago genetic formatting, calls them to be. This feels very introspective, especially the last line. A reminder for all.Ginny Brannanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15298060016652737538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-50992666010129502212011-10-11T19:53:09.634-04:002011-10-11T19:53:09.634-04:00I missed the Canadian Thanksgiving and scene latel...I missed the Canadian Thanksgiving and scene lately as I am in another part of the world. You took me there.. and yes, it is never too late.Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03330793338813508704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-23393089491605203962011-10-11T19:15:11.379-04:002011-10-11T19:15:11.379-04:00A wonderfully inspired Autumn write for an Autumn ...A wonderfully inspired Autumn write for an Autumn day, clean, crisp, filled with the dignity of nature and the team work of which few humans are capable. I like the sliver of hope at the end in particular.Elizabeth Younghttp://gardengatewares.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-69804553151265961222011-10-11T18:26:45.692-04:002011-10-11T18:26:45.692-04:00i loved the C- chord being played through the tree...i loved the C- chord being played through the trees. made me wonder what the sound of the geese would be, but when they are high, you don't really hear them.<br /><br />there's something peaceful about your message, yet there seem to be many sounds associated with this too, explicit and implicit.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-74470695222183386102011-10-11T17:31:51.916-04:002011-10-11T17:31:51.916-04:00Joe, it never is too late, really like the third s...Joe, it never is too late, really like the third stanza a lot. And watching the birds flay above, geese would be great, just doing their thing, with someplace, anyplace but here in mind- I always like watching them as they pass overhead. Very nice write, thanksAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05885047796180529498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-86328878135475430482011-10-11T17:30:36.258-04:002011-10-11T17:30:36.258-04:00I absolutely love catching the geese leaving for t...I absolutely love catching the geese leaving for the winter..... it's like an epiphany to me, echoing memories of another year honking southward. Sometimes I like to think that they are saying goodbye, but I know they're not. December does seem a bit late for them to start heading south, especially in your neck of the woods I should think. But like you said, it's never too late...... "mercury sliding across a wobbly zinc tabletop..." well written.....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-35369582186206827302011-10-11T17:22:34.603-04:002011-10-11T17:22:34.603-04:00This is the first poem I have read of yours, and I...This is the first poem I have read of yours, and I must say I'm glad i visited. I really enjoyed it..the experience sounds wonderful..and the ending, the meaning is lovely in its seeming simplicity, but actualised depthAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-44678803550228085622011-10-11T16:01:17.812-04:002011-10-11T16:01:17.812-04:00"Never too late." Fantastic poem, Joe. T..."Never too late." Fantastic poem, Joe. Thanks for sharing.Uneven Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14081631496158407509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-81982928351538272152011-10-11T15:50:55.673-04:002011-10-11T15:50:55.673-04:00beautiful poem Joe...very positive & shining w...beautiful poem Joe...very positive & shining with light.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-63717509440032499002011-10-11T15:42:15.851-04:002011-10-11T15:42:15.851-04:00I really love this. These are the moments that mak...I really love this. These are the moments that make up a life, guide you through.<br /><br />I live near a swamp, we get thousands of geese stopping by all at once, it sounds like a very raucous party some nights.<br /><br />But I always smile.mrs mediocrityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01021079985184737831noreply@blogger.com