tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post6793806928856860487..comments2024-03-29T00:31:51.931+00:00Comments on HyperCRYPTICal: If wishes were horses...hyperCRYPTICalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11967085628384237933noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-79812800716988021942013-09-26T22:35:26.734+01:002013-09-26T22:35:26.734+01:00I can't help feeling that the daughter might r...I can't help feeling that the daughter might regret not having done this for her mother on her death bed. But it is impossible to get a real feeling for others' relationships. Jenny Woolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16881781466502273314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-11570879480719862702013-09-26T14:40:43.930+01:002013-09-26T14:40:43.930+01:00...and yet, sadly it is usually not found, this fo......and yet, sadly it is usually not found, this forgiveness and generous spirit. I know of one lady who laid down beside an old woman who had not been very warm and kind throughout her lifet. My friend Just got under the sheets with the old lady as she died and hugged her, soothed her, stroked her dying body. She is the happiest, most vibrant person I know... because she gives love where most people would not. The son of this woman sat in the hallway, and actually left before she his mother died (and he is one of the meanest, most selfish person I have ever met. So what am I saying... we need to get over our bitterness no matter what - or we will become it! Yes, your poem is awesome :)Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-26574752995619095482013-09-23T03:39:23.129+01:002013-09-23T03:39:23.129+01:00Such sadness in the world. This breaks my heart. Y...Such sadness in the world. This breaks my heart. You did a great job of this subject.Charlottehttp://zouxzoux.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-8006793529774099002013-09-21T16:29:21.621+01:002013-09-21T16:29:21.621+01:00Anna isn't this one of life's conundrums? ...Anna isn't this one of life's conundrums? Painful when and if we do it. If we have to do it.Liz Rice-Sosnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14705708193546909432noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-46292500429333473982013-09-19T01:34:10.181+01:002013-09-19T01:34:10.181+01:00This really aroused a deep emotion within me. How ...This really aroused a deep emotion within me. How sad that some children can't comfort their parents as they pass into death. Most likely, the parent always did the best they could. A child should hold the mother's hand, the same as the mother held the little hand of the child when they crossed the street. How she held the little hand when they entered the scary schoolhouse for the first time. How she held the little hand all night when the child was hot with fever. How quickly they forget.Manzanitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06467261212623663365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-73620768142698263762013-09-18T19:15:07.045+01:002013-09-18T19:15:07.045+01:00Thank you for your kind and welcome comments folks...Thank you for your kind and welcome comments folks - much appreciated.<br />Anna :o]hyperCRYPTICalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11967085628384237933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-34138078426676759922013-09-17T20:46:07.097+01:002013-09-17T20:46:07.097+01:00This is a poem I will copy and paste.
I have my r...This is a poem I will copy and paste. <br />I have my reasons.Frikohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04277167831642088694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-30758933351031001212013-09-16T17:04:19.236+01:002013-09-16T17:04:19.236+01:00Oh wow Anna this really got to me. Especially the ...Oh wow Anna this really got to me. Especially the explanation at the end my grandmother was the type to smother with love but she had wild mood swings and could go from sweet to vicious within seconds. My mother took care of her and I was very close to her but her other children and their children spoke very poorly of her. She spoke very highly of them. She was so proud of her son but he would never come see her even when she was dying. Once her mood disorder was discovered and she was medicated she was actually very sweet but they couldn't forgive her. My mom forgave her and they became close in the end. If nothing else she loved very unconditionally which made it sadder somehow because she only saw good in them and not all the nastiest my mother and I saw. Your writing always impresses me and moves me, nearly to tears Anna! Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-85695126092901984222013-09-16T13:39:41.466+01:002013-09-16T13:39:41.466+01:00So sad.
So sad.<br />ADDYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01018958238940897902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-51446963797552233252013-09-16T11:58:39.908+01:002013-09-16T11:58:39.908+01:00I think you really captured the moment, the emotio...I think you really captured the moment, the emotional baggage of both characters in a sad portrayal. One of your most powerful verses here is, in my opinion, "I curl into a tiny ball, try to shut her out". Very nice!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-3609758397497788132013-09-16T10:29:55.797+01:002013-09-16T10:29:55.797+01:00oh how sad. I feel so for both of the. But, especi...oh how sad. I feel so for both of the. But, especially for the daughter. The mother has come to terms and moved on. But, the daughter has the rest of her life to realize that she is like her mother...in the end she couldn't forgive -she couldn't love either. I wonder what her children will feel.aspiritofsimplicityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14870339828098281415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-27662762090196086332013-09-16T09:13:17.823+01:002013-09-16T09:13:17.823+01:00Very interesting poem. You are in employment where...Very interesting poem. You are in employment where you see the best and worst. Gives you a special position to impart your experiences which is not available to most of us.I love these 'real life' poems of yours. They are very insightful and thought provoking. I look forward to a lot more.There is so much value in your words!Cressida de Novahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00169216942864690995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-90134966661079058952013-09-16T08:21:29.699+01:002013-09-16T08:21:29.699+01:00I've never heard that phrase before..
it was s...I've never heard that phrase before..<br />it was so moving.. <br />if wishes were horses.<br /><br />regrets and wishes.. <br />the feeling of going back correcting it all <br /><br />beautiful.. !!Jyoti Mishrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01794675170127168298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-43080719030424879762013-09-16T07:22:27.990+01:002013-09-16T07:22:27.990+01:00So poignant!So poignant!Madeleine Begun Kanehttp://www.madkane.com/humor_blog/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-47223942724769352532013-09-16T01:18:48.176+01:002013-09-16T01:18:48.176+01:00How very sad. Last week in our local paper a woman...How very sad. Last week in our local paper a woman posted a scathing obituary about the death of her abusive mother. It went viral. The paper removed it from the Internet, but there's still an article every day. The daughter did it to call attention to the fact that child abuse is still rampant. Sad endings.Victoriahttp://liv2write2day.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-9005533178499404342013-09-15T22:54:50.885+01:002013-09-15T22:54:50.885+01:00This is sad and that phrase is one I've never ...This is sad and that phrase is one I've never heard but, it sounds like it refers to wishes as being useless and that is sad as wishes keep our hopes alive. Nice write!Truedessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09079953417572207613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-51271332787643024772013-09-15T20:27:21.870+01:002013-09-15T20:27:21.870+01:00So very sad . . . I'm all about the saying &qu...So very sad . . . I'm all about the saying "it's better to have loved and lost than never loved at all".Kathryn Dychehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17175563748388497142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-91589756317828539202013-09-15T17:58:18.074+01:002013-09-15T17:58:18.074+01:00Very touching. Very sad. Very well done.Very touching. Very sad. Very well done.Debi Swimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08255928985823418669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-51840868765600080722013-09-15T15:59:55.943+01:002013-09-15T15:59:55.943+01:00Stunning Anna. You captured fractured humanity. ...Stunning Anna. You captured fractured humanity. And yet when we go back there do we recognize ego overpowering spirit in this strange world?Tigerbritenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-66513827137033927302013-09-15T15:15:01.253+01:002013-09-15T15:15:01.253+01:00Callousness in (TOO OLD TO CHANGE) is the saddest ...Callousness in (TOO OLD TO CHANGE) is the saddest of all. Lack of appropriate expressions verbally or physically to those we love is dysfunctional, but so is society as a whole for not reaching out to some. Like how you write the end reality. It is lonely if you have no hand to hold. Even in life, not just at the end. seasideauthorhttp://seasideauthor.wordpress.com/2013/09/14/abjure-road/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-70298371484397335042013-09-15T13:31:42.301+01:002013-09-15T13:31:42.301+01:00Any end of life, that ends as such, is very sad. I...Any end of life, that ends as such, is very sad. I do hope my own children won't feel like that about me when I breathe my last. One's whole life would feel worthless.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-5868308754431850722013-09-15T12:01:39.046+01:002013-09-15T12:01:39.046+01:00I can see why this would remain running through yo...I can see why this would remain running through your head, and powerfully too. Just the sort of thing I tend to have learned and remembered from childhood.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-46331855744341471232013-09-15T09:00:53.151+01:002013-09-15T09:00:53.151+01:00Oh goodness, this makes me wish fervently that I d...Oh goodness, this makes me wish fervently that I do not die in bed. Anywhere else will be fine by me.Reading this I keep on hearing that inane drone: 'You can't always have what you wa...hant', from one or another horrible pop song. Your equivalent is so much more elegant.Janine Bolléehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09857073674960699155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-4233383327625209742013-09-15T01:55:53.671+01:002013-09-15T01:55:53.671+01:00Ah, I have used that expression innumerable times....Ah, I have used that expression innumerable times. It is definitely an expression that has deep meaning. Your poem was very, very moving. Touching and sad!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-10243295326517649332013-09-14T23:28:48.996+01:002013-09-14T23:28:48.996+01:00Tragical. A Rhenanian proverb says, "Had I an...Tragical. A Rhenanian proverb says, "Had I and Would I are poor folks".Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17564210453026152076noreply@blogger.com