tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post7677775422015292187..comments2023-12-31T18:57:00.607-08:00Comments on Signed.....bkm: Fear of Fallingsigned...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-27789963645588088152011-04-01T13:41:14.809-07:002011-04-01T13:41:14.809-07:00i read the poem, i read the comments, i read the p...i read the poem, i read the comments, i read the poem..wow...another great write here..top stuff peteMarshyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08029232967141290634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-82409439207399776162011-04-01T04:08:52.861-07:002011-04-01T04:08:52.861-07:00like
a spastic eyelid trying to focus - great line...like<br />a spastic eyelid trying to focus - great line BKM<br /><br />I do like your work, I have to say. Felt you could have condensed this a little, but it's good stuff to my eyes. <br /><br />Warmest Salad<br /><br />LukeLuke Praterhttp://lukepraterswordsalad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-60346529639376956392011-03-31T08:16:25.696-07:002011-03-31T08:16:25.696-07:00dear barbara,
there is an army of angels surround...dear barbara,<br /><br />there is an army of angels surrounding your husband, their wing spans encirling him with pure love, hope and the power to heal...janice kellyhttp://www.deepbluepiano.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-27616284828543729102011-03-31T06:34:12.975-07:002011-03-31T06:34:12.975-07:00Comments before noon are not my forte but I have t...Comments before noon are not my forte but I have to work at noon so you get the not so best of me.<br /><br />A lot of layers here...really makes the gears turn. "the cadence of a city in chaos" really stuck out. The whole poem seems at war with itself in a way. I like it when I have to think...thank you for the read :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-26191889096498584142011-03-30T21:19:39.177-07:002011-03-30T21:19:39.177-07:00Beautifully written poem that makes one reflect wh...Beautifully written poem that makes one reflect where we are heading towards.T F Carthickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12417105427125776020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-67144112105684303322011-03-30T19:39:04.844-07:002011-03-30T19:39:04.844-07:00Cool persona in this! The speed of words is not a ...Cool persona in this! The speed of words is not a mark of their worth-- yes, truly.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-25236444563412977482011-03-30T18:46:44.149-07:002011-03-30T18:46:44.149-07:00The power in your words just stuns me. The images ...The power in your words just stuns me. The images surrounding the homless and their word-pillow are especially evocative, Barbara. This is one of the best poems I have read recently.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-64013906169423598982011-03-30T18:28:19.676-07:002011-03-30T18:28:19.676-07:00I do believe all the things I love about this piec...I do believe all the things I love about this piece have been stated, which shows how you've hit upon a nerve.. a true mark of a thoughtful, talented wordsmith. so haunting in its truth ~Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-21190618202430811832011-03-30T15:52:33.080-07:002011-03-30T15:52:33.080-07:00I have goosebumps....Bkm....this is raw,powerful,a...I have goosebumps....Bkm....this is raw,powerful,and tender as well....progress.....seems to be regression in so many ways. Love this piece, it speaks to me and from me as well.Carrie Van Hornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11715648073882529202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-25268368068981903172011-03-30T13:53:29.890-07:002011-03-30T13:53:29.890-07:00taking in your words, closing my eyes, remembering...taking in your words, closing my eyes, remembering the aroma of freshly printed ink on paper, knowing that 'today', instead, i'm inhaling the hum of electronics...you touch the hearts of many who so long for the words we need to carry us when we can no longer walk...so taken with your writing, i've lost myself within your words...sipping on maxwell house instead of folgers...there's nothing like a view from above...thank you for 'fear of falling' amazing how much depth there is to be found at 220 feet up...janice kellyhttp://www.deepbluepiano.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-45121258808226743882011-03-30T13:48:03.386-07:002011-03-30T13:48:03.386-07:00BKM, this poem is captivating. I loved it! Well wr...BKM, this poem is captivating. I loved it! Well written! :)Bradley Howingtonhttp://bradleyhowington.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-53345218401067806922011-03-30T13:33:46.301-07:002011-03-30T13:33:46.301-07:00Something about this poem agreed with the sound of...Something about this poem agreed with the sound of hail falling outside my window as I read through it a few times. Your focus on minimally intuitive automatons passing from view was beautiful in the way you built the poem out of despair tinged with hope for the greater truths somehow overcoming such inertia. I couldn't help but admire your language; the flow of the poem suits the subject matter perfectly. Fantastic poem though you have now condemned me to a night of introspection as I think about your take on humanity! Thanks for a great read. I love coming across poems so loaded with ideas to chew over. <br /><br />Hope all is well & take it easy.<br /><br />crb.Caribbean Foolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16211032750843178534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-66777065211931468992011-03-30T13:32:37.899-07:002011-03-30T13:32:37.899-07:00I just had a coffee meeting with a colleague who, ...I just had a coffee meeting with a colleague who, like me, is equally well-versed in the latest technology. But we knew we wanted to meet in person. To hear the cadence in each other's voice, to watch each other's facial expressions, to smile and laugh in unison. It's an irreplaceable energy to spend real-time quality time as opposed to posting emoticons. I hope we never forget this...this warm intimacy in being in the same space, making eye contact, connecting in person.Belindahttp://thehalfwaypoint.net/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-30252060419484467582011-03-30T12:47:29.344-07:002011-03-30T12:47:29.344-07:00Such a deep and thought-provoking piece. It's ...Such a deep and thought-provoking piece. It's left so many ideas in my head.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-10714822170534322012011-03-30T12:38:05.736-07:002011-03-30T12:38:05.736-07:00Powerful and beautiful.....Powerful and beautiful.....ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-19210681324007718812011-03-30T11:27:55.084-07:002011-03-30T11:27:55.084-07:00oh i love this one - excellent capture of such an ...oh i love this one - excellent capture of such an emotion filled moment with all the sadness and depth...they walk aimlessly drinking in the words falling from above...wow!Claudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-35414846287763682902011-03-30T09:54:29.026-07:002011-03-30T09:54:29.026-07:00Your skyscraper parables simply cannot be compared...Your skyscraper parables simply cannot be compared to puke, lovely as they are and so intune to what you feel... I enjoy Folgers...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-35341636965050948592011-03-30T09:53:34.197-07:002011-03-30T09:53:34.197-07:00oh my - what an essay! I love every line of it. ...oh my - what an essay! I love every line of it. Intensely stated and the way I read it aloud brought out a superb bit of dry humor, (dare I say cynicism?) that brought a smile to my face as I sit here sipping on my own cup of water-down folgers. <br /><br />You should submit this to the editorial section of your local paper...at the very least it will add to the bed linens of some poor homeless person (so sad.)Sheilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06541409754494611831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-85935790179355361552011-03-30T08:39:48.448-07:002011-03-30T08:39:48.448-07:00Thank you all for your wonderful comments, for som...Thank you all for your wonderful comments, for some reason I have always seen myself as an observer, though particapation is needed to fully live and experience. Writing - its modes have evolved over time but it appears that even at warp speed there is always something lost in its translation....Happy Wednesday everyone...bkmsigned...bkmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-8545926415320306142011-03-30T08:03:50.211-07:002011-03-30T08:03:50.211-07:00Very intense from the observer's point of view...Very intense from the observer's point of view- I tweet, facebook, and blog...therefore I am. All the while, the world crumbles around me. Your words are absolutely raw truth.Coloring Outside the Lineshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15289093479063221765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-44820776068529089322011-03-30T07:22:09.690-07:002011-03-30T07:22:09.690-07:00Listening to Leonard Cohen sing 'Hallelujah...Listening to Leonard Cohen sing 'Hallelujah' as I read this, followed by U2 with 'Everybody Hurts'...and your words leap from the monitor 'page', wishing they were on a book held in my hands, a page turned rather than scrolling down to some bottomless pit of megabytes, hearing you say “while I keep puking out parables from a skyscraper"…this is so full of naked truth Barb, so filled with the reality we have become. Once again, par excellence my friend.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-59420006954067602722011-03-30T07:02:28.173-07:002011-03-30T07:02:28.173-07:00Wow this was a real thought provoker. So much mea...Wow this was a real thought provoker. So much meaning and depth in your poem. Ill have to read it several times over. I was captivated from the very start. Thank you for sharing your words, they are heard!Corbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08168756186612658336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-70328515416253782612011-03-30T06:52:12.889-07:002011-03-30T06:52:12.889-07:00This is an excellent poem, bkm! I found myself nod...This is an excellent poem, bkm! I found myself nodding my head the entire time. The idea that with increased modes of technology we may actually be losing connection with ourselves and each other is a right-on message. (And thank you god, you didn't tweet it!)<br /><br />I was particularly struck by the same passage that Brendon quotes. And what I like about the ending is how we're all implicated, not simply youth, in the seeming mass madness.<br /><br />In the end though, what drives this piece is not simply its "message," but its delivery. Some fantastic imagery happening here.Ami Mattisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12391930163467566669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-62032939693704311412011-03-30T05:32:28.483-07:002011-03-30T05:32:28.483-07:00Your range, Barbara, is really astonishing. To go ...Your range, Barbara, is really astonishing. To go from the vertigo of the balcony view of life - itself a specie cultural remove which is also vantage on the times -- to recognizing that down there yet somehow above that height of self is a manner of communication which may be challenging the entire existence of an observing self -- That's a potent and dead-on observation I so agree with. <br /><br />These are the lines which nail the cross for me:<br /><br />... thinking the delivery mode<br />of madness really can change <br />something larger than self - and while I keep puking<br />out parables from a skyscraper, youths superiority<br />is skyping our demise from a street cafe.<br /><br />Not with a bang, but with a tweet ... Fantastic work, Barbara ... BrendanBrendanhttp://blueoran.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-92073136842621849702011-03-30T05:06:12.854-07:002011-03-30T05:06:12.854-07:00they cannot stop the words...only we can
and we w...they cannot stop the words...only we can<br /><br />and we won't !<br /><br />Peace, hpknot eyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14238403848734436106noreply@blogger.com