tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post405789756331116059..comments2024-01-27T20:35:40.798-05:00Comments on Inside Out Poetry: This Cynical HeartGinny Brannanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15298060016652737538noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-74219070608436064732015-03-05T08:17:43.431-05:002015-03-05T08:17:43.431-05:00This is beautiful! The meter hums along so sweetl...This is beautiful! The meter hums along so sweetly, and the children dance throughout. The place with no pain... that is a place yet to be, and yet your words show no angst, no hurry to get there, just pondering the present and hoping for the future. A lovely piece, my dear. Thanks for stopping by and commenting. Peace, AmyAmy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00546103899091072370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-53606071853870287732015-03-03T01:26:45.811-05:002015-03-03T01:26:45.811-05:00And yet it does not end in cynicism. (Smiles.)And yet it does not end in cynicism. (Smiles.)Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-56519129009165170392015-03-02T04:10:37.095-05:002015-03-02T04:10:37.095-05:00Beautiful poem indeed, expertly crafted.
May the c...Beautiful poem indeed, expertly crafted.<br />May the child in us win through.<br />Anna :o]hyperCRYPTICalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11967085628384237933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-71654908338882525632015-03-02T00:44:43.985-05:002015-03-02T00:44:43.985-05:00We need to observe children to relearn what we hav...We need to observe children to relearn what we have lost. <br />Beautiful poem.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-715778339756084102015-03-01T15:26:02.833-05:002015-03-01T15:26:02.833-05:00The inner child speaks to us in many ways and I wo...The inner child speaks to us in many ways and I wonder do we take the time to listen. Truedessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09079953417572207613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-71746628179460737262015-03-01T15:02:25.965-05:002015-03-01T15:02:25.965-05:00I find myself in this place at times: for awhile g...I find myself in this place at times: for awhile growing up, I was that insecure teen who had no idea who he was, and scared to explore as well. I feel a bitterness, as sometimes I wish I could tell my younger self to not be so scared because I'll miss out on a lot of experience. I can't do that now; so I find myself shaking off the past, though it still knocks every now and then... and I answer.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-81055728473428955442015-03-01T14:09:59.184-05:002015-03-01T14:09:59.184-05:00Susan, impressed that you picked up on the meter. ...Susan, impressed that you picked up on the meter. As I was writing this I really did not have Poe on my mind, but when it was complete and I read it aloud, could hear the similarity. Thanks for catching that!Ginny Brannanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15298060016652737538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-65961162967307154662015-03-01T13:01:46.438-05:002015-03-01T13:01:46.438-05:00On the one hand this evokes my own bitterness abou...On the one hand this evokes my own bitterness about some things and the inability to forgive or develope a humor that will allow me to play free once again. On the other hand, I kept feeling Poe's The Raven in your meter and feeling the phrase "nevermore." Neat!Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-87553351943425644782015-03-01T11:41:35.043-05:002015-03-01T11:41:35.043-05:00Alas, a question I ponder myself all too often: ho...Alas, a question I ponder myself all too often: how to find that peace and joy again, how not to grow hard and cynical... A well-constructed poem, with some enchanting near-rhymes as well as perfect rhymes.Marina Sofiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15251903359649828285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-45679977564993368532015-03-01T09:57:23.890-05:002015-03-01T09:57:23.890-05:00 A very thoughtful and musical poem describing tha... A very thoughtful and musical poem describing that renewal so many of us seek. Thanks. k. (Manicddaily) Outlawyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15698845661756444061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-67263662163005164892015-03-01T05:21:11.962-05:002015-03-01T05:21:11.962-05:00it is something we need to find in ourselves this ...it is something we need to find in ourselves this simple happiness lucychilihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06519163424062626658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-68567977826800564752015-03-01T02:43:12.709-05:002015-03-01T02:43:12.709-05:00we've all tarried alone and austere.
in sta...we've all tarried alone and austere.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://zongrik.wordpress.com/2015/02/28/in-state-faithful-lying/" rel="nofollow"> in state, faithful lying</a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-76630131203640108142015-03-01T01:31:36.519-05:002015-03-01T01:31:36.519-05:00Oh I love the feeling of running free as a child a...Oh I love the feeling of running free as a child again... Something we loose growing up when we cease to look at the world with a wonderous gaze.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-46286932915380258822015-02-28T21:48:39.759-05:002015-02-28T21:48:39.759-05:00Hi Ginny--I so relate to this piece--especially th...Hi Ginny--I so relate to this piece--especially the third stanza--that might have been me as a child--and I love the final stanza--makes me smile!!Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-66660824759901517802015-02-28T21:34:42.075-05:002015-02-28T21:34:42.075-05:00What a joyous poem so beautifully crafted asking a...What a joyous poem so beautifully crafted asking all the right questions. Why don't we hold on to that sunniness of childhood, that anticipation of new adventures and discovery. We know there's more there but now only with travel does my heart trip the way it did then. Thank you! Beachannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08638256396472533685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-88307326614227220612015-02-28T20:49:22.476-05:002015-02-28T20:49:22.476-05:00Sometimes that child feels very much alive, someti...Sometimes that child feels very much alive, sometimes less so. As long as he/she runs and laughs we are fine.Gabriellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09968615376035959259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-33809537863050820172015-02-28T17:27:56.894-05:002015-02-28T17:27:56.894-05:00cool picture... and our lives would be much better...cool picture... and our lives would be much better if only we'd let the child out once-in-while... nice writeWolfsrosebudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17295258422523621134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-24987409343932753372015-02-28T17:01:42.468-05:002015-02-28T17:01:42.468-05:00Ah, there is definitely something about the stilln...Ah, there is definitely something about the stillness and the quiet that makes a person ponder on life....it definitely is good at those times also to picture the child running. I think it is freeing to believe one still can...and must!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-25812134556742121512015-02-28T16:23:42.177-05:002015-02-28T16:23:42.177-05:00I like the contrast of the last stanza of the ligh...I like the contrast of the last stanza of the light of love, versus the seclusion and despondency of the third stanza ~ I am imagining a place with no pain existing (if only)~Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03330793338813508704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-40723575732757920922015-02-28T15:54:32.874-05:002015-02-28T15:54:32.874-05:00i hope for all of us that we're able to find t...i hope for all of us that we're able to find that child in us again... i think the older we get the more bad experiences we made, the more we shut our heart - and it takes a wild decision to open up again to that childlike freedom and trust...Claudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884360193624478106.post-38283782253152521572015-02-23T19:03:51.065-05:002015-02-23T19:03:51.065-05:00there is a big difference between that kid running...there is a big difference between that kid running free and playing with others and the way we seclude ourselves...and maybe once it was for a good reason, to protect ourselves or what not....maybe we will meet that child once again...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.com