tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post8313290729854235926..comments2023-11-03T09:04:26.994-04:00Comments on A Thing for Words: Weight of DaysJoseph Heschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13217169295029029233noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-4222877649139804912011-08-31T11:44:38.467-04:002011-08-31T11:44:38.467-04:00I really love this piece, filled with truth and re...I really love this piece, filled with truth and reality yet the underlying message so clear as well. Powerful imagery, this one is going to stay with me for the rest of the day.mrs mediocrityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01021079985184737831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-23840137030273405602011-08-29T08:06:29.651-04:002011-08-29T08:06:29.651-04:00Oh my word, Mr Hesch! This poem and story all roll...Oh my word, Mr Hesch! This poem and story all rolled into one has so many echoes down the years. My immediate parallel is Ralph McTell's "Streets of London", but there is no exact parallel, Joe. It stands alone as a piece of poetic magic; you have captured a moment in life; an observation of what might be ignored by the majority; a description of life itself, even, but you've done it in such a simple way with ordinary language that no-one could fail to understand. Yet it has subtlety too and it draws me to read it again, like a movie that stands another viewing, because it is filled with so many descriptive minutiae. <br /><br />Sorry to wax lyrical at length, Joe, but I so enjoyed this poem (one of your five best, maybe?poetjanstiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366592443925617507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-73743152884782555612011-08-28T13:34:50.836-04:002011-08-28T13:34:50.836-04:00Gosh! Joe! Every time. It says so much, that your ...Gosh! Joe! Every time. It says so much, that your brilliance should no longer be able to make us wonder, and yet it does. Another wonderful poem.Kirsten Shawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05543795009409329499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-79966237416509641002011-08-24T19:12:13.127-04:002011-08-24T19:12:13.127-04:00As always, you make every word count and each pict...As always, you make every word count and each picture granularly real. I dread the time when I am this man, yet I hope when I am, I too will shuffle relentlessly on....somewhere, carrying my bag of memories and not lay in a bed staring at a wall waiting to die. Fine poem, Joseph.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-83739374700675929622011-08-24T18:30:13.211-04:002011-08-24T18:30:13.211-04:00You create a very vivd picture, the cumulative det...You create a very vivd picture, the cumulative details adding up to so much more than the sum of themselves.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-56419899729169886062011-08-24T18:07:13.952-04:002011-08-24T18:07:13.952-04:00Really well penned prose Joe, this piece brought m...Really well penned prose Joe, this piece brought me to a recent conversation with my brother where we talked about how sometimes you feel your just trudging through the world. Great write my friend, wishing you well ~ RoseAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09988016086874324471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-42743803519669628332011-08-24T17:58:07.135-04:002011-08-24T17:58:07.135-04:00Amazing wordplay .. and a great pace too! It gave ...Amazing wordplay .. and a great pace too! It gave the poem so much feel, AND reality too!<br />Those bags of memories.. *sigh*.. they do get really heavy at times.. don't they?<br /><br />Loved the metaphorical references to life in general here... very well done! Oh, and the closing lines were a killer!!!Kavitahttp://kavisionz.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-8448706869324685612011-08-24T17:34:19.818-04:002011-08-24T17:34:19.818-04:00I am struck with the parallels between yours and B...I am struck with the parallels between yours and Brian's dVerse this week, the homeless kind of men with bags.<br /><br />Shuff.<br />Shuff.<br />Shuff.<br /><br />he goes, for me makes this as real as real can be. <br /><br />I like that expect-to-bes. Very original.<br /><br />A treat to be over here again.Jannie Funsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11595786402510366043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-88043314431451191442011-08-24T15:38:39.801-04:002011-08-24T15:38:39.801-04:00Hey Joe
a very powerful narrative - an interestin...Hey Joe<br /><br />a very powerful narrative - an interesting and enjoyable narrative told with great poetic skill.<br /><br />I was completely absorbed in the old man - loved the shuf - great touch - plenty to eat up in this great poemArron Shillinghttp://tom-eliot.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-69659934349079952032011-08-24T14:39:03.029-04:002011-08-24T14:39:03.029-04:00I love the "shuff"...and the foreshadowi...I love the "shuff"...and the foreshadowing ...always there is a lesson for us but we care not to look at it...thank you Joe...bkmsigned...bkmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-74678894339978123722011-08-24T14:05:10.304-04:002011-08-24T14:05:10.304-04:00I really like this line: "focusing through si...I really like this line: "focusing through silver lenses on some point along that hypotenuse" ~safehousepoetry.wordpress.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-68593574047897593922011-08-24T12:04:10.770-04:002011-08-24T12:04:10.770-04:00We have people like that here. They sleep in the h...We have people like that here. They sleep in the hills behind the reservoir, about a block up from my indoor abode. Ask for change whenever they have the courage. But don't we all want that -- change and courage? I liked your wordplay on half a shuffle being a "shuff." Fun stuff, though the over all piece seemed more somber...Charles Elliotthttp://clarityresearch.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-24408417177481748372011-08-24T10:54:22.674-04:002011-08-24T10:54:22.674-04:00A prose poem full of pathos, inviting sympathy and...A prose poem full of pathos, inviting sympathy and oozing reality.. // Peter.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-77746459859366125092011-08-24T10:44:00.571-04:002011-08-24T10:44:00.571-04:00I love this. First, I'm smiling at the idea of...I love this. First, I'm smiling at the idea of a half a shuffle, a 'shuff' as you so wonderfully put it. Then I find I'm in a heavy moment thinking about that brilliant mention of foreshadowing. How do you do that?<br /><br />:)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01547380098561803645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-15216567337045171952011-08-23T22:31:19.170-04:002011-08-23T22:31:19.170-04:00I could experience ur entire poem, the man lugging...I could experience ur entire poem, the man lugging his memories, not giving up, keep moving. Excellent word choices and a lasting image.Henry Clemmonshttp://henryclemmons.wordpress.com/2011/08/22/franken-poem/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-55094153290466994082011-08-23T20:05:53.184-04:002011-08-23T20:05:53.184-04:00I could actually paint a picture on a canvass with...I could actually paint a picture on a canvass with the words you used to describe this man. The last 3 lines were incredible. Fine write. I will be visiting againCalifornia Ink in Motionhttp://themslvh.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-81921123575642307732011-08-23T17:46:22.748-04:002011-08-23T17:46:22.748-04:00T.S. Eliot, now Joe Hesch tackling the inevitable....T.S. Eliot, now Joe Hesch tackling the inevitable.old age;striking lines - his own Alpha on the way to Omega and half a shuffle - a shuff lol!; he seems to be his own Sysyphus. I'm impressed, Joe. Well done! Cheers!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-42881829824755774612011-08-23T17:31:12.888-04:002011-08-23T17:31:12.888-04:00Do like how you pace this... felt I was walking in...Do like how you pace this... felt I was walking in time with this man... a slow exploration of his significence... Cleverly done...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-59396673350474219302011-08-23T17:28:15.161-04:002011-08-23T17:28:15.161-04:00Those last three lines . . . wow!Those last three lines . . . wow!Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-22908443338845703822011-08-23T16:24:24.870-04:002011-08-23T16:24:24.870-04:00the weight of memories...the journey...a great wri...the weight of memories...the journey...a great write.ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-42913640729181169062011-08-23T16:05:02.088-04:002011-08-23T16:05:02.088-04:00A rich poem in your uncommon vernacular-- a number...A rich poem in your uncommon vernacular-- a number of twists and turns. I did think you were speaking of some part of you/your shadow... and love the alpha on the way to the omego and the shuff... and these lines: He shoulders this burden every day,<br />focusing through silver lenses<br />on some point along that hypotenuse–<br />his line-of-sight– <br /><br />An amazing poem-- a pleasure to read.Jenne' R. Andrews https://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-88721422484143144432011-08-23T15:59:49.276-04:002011-08-23T15:59:49.276-04:00Joe...there is a similar fellow that strolls by my...Joe...there is a similar fellow that strolls by my home each morning, and I often wonder why? He's been known to cause traffic jams when crossing the street, but he's there, without fail. Honestly, I dread the morning I don't see him...hmm, this old mind has been set to thinking. Another brilliant moment, now forever captured, and shared with the world.Tashtoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15847190224960829574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-89757282200911573292011-08-23T15:59:22.687-04:002011-08-23T15:59:22.687-04:00I guess he’s his own Alpha,
on the way to his Ome...I guess he’s his own Alpha, <br />on the way to his Omega. <br />Still shouldering his weight, <br />climbing that hill, to get to his somewhere.<br /><br />Lovely lines in an evocative picture poem. Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-77584563113657641152011-08-23T15:57:13.651-04:002011-08-23T15:57:13.651-04:00Not just a description, but a profile...and such a...Not just a description, but a profile...and such a capture of a man. Detailed, well-crafted...and image that strikes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-44778763069803728082011-08-23T15:28:38.335-04:002011-08-23T15:28:38.335-04:00Really set the tone, bringing forth every feature ...Really set the tone, bringing forth every feature of the man, wonderful how you weaved it into a story too.Pat Hatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745293224202430152noreply@blogger.com