tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post4610590339388545702..comments2023-12-31T18:57:00.607-08:00Comments on Signed.....bkm: where I walk...signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-12433656568168103502011-02-14T08:20:36.631-08:002011-02-14T08:20:36.631-08:00This is just lovely, and so melancholy. The image ...This is just lovely, and so melancholy. The image of two little lost children, alone there in the park, is so sad. I'm glad people pause to think about them, while children live and play all around.<br /><br />Thank you for your kind words on my blog. They warmed my heart.PattiKenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02894925987580502697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-20280115880429837232011-02-12T15:26:52.210-08:002011-02-12T15:26:52.210-08:00very, very nice. Image clear and frosty (for me) a...very, very nice. Image clear and frosty (for me) and the two little lines...drifting me away.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-40762056149013794102011-02-10T10:51:51.641-08:002011-02-10T10:51:51.641-08:00Aww... this one evoked some mixed emotions out of ...Aww... this one evoked some mixed emotions out of me... On one hand, I felt to see innocent lives lost early on, and at the lack of knowledge on the Who's and Why's...but on the other, I felt kinda happy to think that they live on, in that park.. smiling while watching other kids play..<br /><br />A beautiful poem, bkm.. and the repetitions at the end of each stanza really worked well too...Kavitahttp://kavisionz.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-87908200113230674522011-02-10T08:44:50.732-08:002011-02-10T08:44:50.732-08:00Sad. Always sad about children passing so young..
...Sad. Always sad about children passing so young..<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2011/02/ransom.html" rel="nofollow">ransom</a>gautami tripathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04192356825699543613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-7905882141709342172011-02-10T07:05:38.539-08:002011-02-10T07:05:38.539-08:00A beautiful tribute to those two small souls lost ...A beautiful tribute to those two small souls lost so young. I like the lightness of the rhythm in contrast to the depth of the topic.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16922265702702438096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-2155502770109360272011-02-10T01:06:22.189-08:002011-02-10T01:06:22.189-08:00in the park, in our town
I walk every day
the fee...in the park, in our town<br />I walk every day<br /><br />the feeling of loss is so great in this beautiful poem ~ yet i feel that somehow two little angels watch over you, knowing your daily visitation is bringing spiritual comfort to those who hurt while wearing life. Always love your poetry, so motivational, provocative, sensitive and stunning. You, my friend, are a beautiful flower in life's garden.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-49619151197248673462011-02-09T16:30:06.517-08:002011-02-09T16:30:06.517-08:00graveyard wandering and wondering-- so many storie...graveyard wandering and wondering-- so many stories untold. a beautiful pensive verse.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-78043250851330621412011-02-09T11:45:08.142-08:002011-02-09T11:45:08.142-08:00"or beg rise up sweet little ones, from
where..."or beg rise up sweet little ones, from<br />where you so quietly lay, in the corner" Some great lines in your lovely story! Dark but beautifully written. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-68620519113020021562011-02-09T09:49:35.164-08:002011-02-09T09:49:35.164-08:00I've seen gravestone of children in cemetaries...I've seen gravestone of children in cemetaries. Always so sad.<br /><br />Nice piece.Bubbahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16927345716112968689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-21262049631241348192011-02-09T08:36:52.376-08:002011-02-09T08:36:52.376-08:00Such sadness! And what an impression you offer her...Such sadness! And what an impression you offer here of how over time we abandon our dead! Your emphasis on the mother in the last stanza resonates mournfully but beautifully still. Fine writing!Ami Mattisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12391930163467566669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-1399942682021907272011-02-09T08:26:09.052-08:002011-02-09T08:26:09.052-08:00All thanks much for your beautiful comments...yes ...All thanks much for your beautiful comments...yes it hard to forget those two small graves in the park....that is the first thing I think of when I get close to that park. I believe the park was a family home at one time....but do not know for sure....bkmsigned...bkmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-12892038335267649032011-02-09T05:54:46.061-08:002011-02-09T05:54:46.061-08:00The dead quickly fade into oblivion, so that after...The dead quickly fade into oblivion, so that after a short while even loved ones can't see their faces. But the dead live on in other ways, rising up in the subconscious through gravestones and those roadside memorials. (Another cabbie was murdered a few weeks ago here in Orlando, just a few blocks from where I work, and the spot where the cabbie was found dead in his cab quickly become a feast of flowers and votaries. But the flowers have all died. Staying with the dead here, enquiring of them in a sort of sing-song way -- like in a nursery rhyme, as if asked by a child wondering where dead children go -- makes this piece sharp as broken glass. Great job. - BrendanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-72074485686676872602011-02-09T05:14:58.944-08:002011-02-09T05:14:58.944-08:00Dear BKM
Its so good to feel the presence of these...Dear BKM<br />Its so good to feel the presence of these little children... <br />'none offer<br />nor ask these two children to play<br />or beg rise up sweet little ones, from<br />where you so quietly lay, in the corner'<br />Some times we really can not ignore things that are just beyond our seeing...<br /><br />ॐ नमः शिवाय<br />Om Namah Shivaya<br />http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/whispers-another-kind-of-valentines-day.htmlShashidhar Sharmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10752054354309206121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-90361404464702056592011-02-09T03:23:54.031-08:002011-02-09T03:23:54.031-08:00The purpose of the stones is to remember, but we f...The purpose of the stones is to remember, but we forget anyway. Until someone writes a poem.Glynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10802111972232088511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-86836520798353532172011-02-09T01:49:21.898-08:002011-02-09T01:49:21.898-08:00an AMAZING poem. soooo heart felt, & sad :'...an AMAZING poem. soooo heart felt, & sad :'(<br /><br />I think this is simply perfect.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-68989093345847959502011-02-08T20:43:34.095-08:002011-02-08T20:43:34.095-08:00such a beautiful dedication and so very sad to thi...such a beautiful dedication and so very sad to think about those children and their mother (and other family.) Your heart is so big, bkm, I love that about you. great one shot!Sheilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06541409754494611831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-40017033298113438172011-02-08T20:22:16.580-08:002011-02-08T20:22:16.580-08:00How sweet and touching. The repetition really work...How sweet and touching. The repetition really works well. Beautiful, bkm.......Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-11678375728480044972011-02-08T19:48:13.668-08:002011-02-08T19:48:13.668-08:00Such a powerful, thought-provoking poem. Very pow...Such a powerful, thought-provoking poem. Very powerful with the repetition. I loved this one.Teresahttp://razzamadazzle.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-10028766056138584972011-02-08T19:32:12.772-08:002011-02-08T19:32:12.772-08:00A lovely interlude to life, in this poem, bringing...A lovely interlude to life, in this poem, bringing the death of children to the fore.<br /><br />Sad, contemplative, and gives a fitting memorial just by the power and energy of thought.<br /><br />Lovely.<br /><br />Lady Nyo....and haunting too, in the best of terms.Asobimehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15661326504398833746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-76986401567891597362011-02-08T19:12:58.964-08:002011-02-08T19:12:58.964-08:00Lyrical and melancholy - almost a song.Lyrical and melancholy - almost a song.Semaphorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16945917520773585129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-82789664743609838612011-02-08T19:07:14.941-08:002011-02-08T19:07:14.941-08:00i always have so many questions when walking by a ...i always have so many questions when walking by a gravestone, especially when I see those of young ones...this was beautifully written, enchanting sort of...Catyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13203872150946002183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-74004402268930734942011-02-08T17:37:01.335-08:002011-02-08T17:37:01.335-08:00Poignant piece, Barb. I often wonder about
who is ...Poignant piece, Barb. I often wonder about<br />who is behind the gravestones.<br /><br />Pamelaflauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-25298711984662847782011-02-08T17:29:00.994-08:002011-02-08T17:29:00.994-08:00Oooh, I want to know too! What happened to these l...Oooh, I want to know too! What happened to these little ones. It's a sense of tragedy when stories of loss and tragedy are lost. Life changing events become just things that people notice.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12485578707356486342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-37119278510331722442011-02-08T16:55:42.999-08:002011-02-08T16:55:42.999-08:00Such a clear depiction of place. The repetition ad...Such a clear depiction of place. The repetition adds to the regularity of walking their every day. Being a people watcher who loves the park, I love how you infused the lives of the individuals throughout the poem. Heartfelt and easy to visualize.dustushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07796500077556153584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-68531694520440247082011-02-08T15:58:53.102-08:002011-02-08T15:58:53.102-08:00this one tugged on my heart...the stories of every...this one tugged on my heart...the stories of everyday strangersAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05088944123595868347noreply@blogger.com