tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post961199902493207491..comments2024-03-29T00:31:51.931+00:00Comments on HyperCRYPTICal: ColdhyperCRYPTICalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11967085628384237933noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-68336819262946724952017-12-17T09:29:21.956+00:002017-12-17T09:29:21.956+00:00
This poem is both beautiful and chilling <br />This poem is both beautiful and chilling Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-74087659610542572782017-12-13T17:59:02.043+00:002017-12-13T17:59:02.043+00:00What a beautiful write. You touched my heart. The...What a beautiful write. You touched my heart. The echos, were like heart beats.annell4https://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-7968523780419828772017-12-13T10:37:50.627+00:002017-12-13T10:37:50.627+00:00As the old song goes, "baby it's cold out...As the old song goes, "baby it's cold out there ..." And boy do we discover how cold here. The mind of freezing channels darkly here, the desolation, the hopelessness, like a heart at its worst hour. It's a worthy and important tour -- as Rilke said when refusing psychoanalysis -- if you exorcise my devils you banish too my angels ...Brendanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03983584155125369291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-21115834364089794782017-12-13T08:28:56.549+00:002017-12-13T08:28:56.549+00:00You are cold . there is ice in your veins. Warmth ...You are cold . there is ice in your veins. Warmth thermically and personally is preferable to cold anytime anywhere methinks.rallentandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06980559347805844568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-10136138607077683932017-12-13T04:54:39.916+00:002017-12-13T04:54:39.916+00:00That first breath, at the end of the fist stanza, ...That first breath, at the end of the fist stanza, lingers... It followed me around all the way to the end, singing of the cold, yes, but also of how much that first breath was loved.Magaly Guerrerohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-169068374059399362017-12-13T04:52:22.990+00:002017-12-13T04:52:22.990+00:00"The feeder is full
and the nest box lays emp..."The feeder is full<br />and the nest box lays empty as eggs lie unlaid and future is lost."<br /><br />This is so desolate. These jum jump out dlapping sadness<br /><br />Much💖Gillena Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09830061733849775594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-86043526991273083552017-12-13T02:49:28.127+00:002017-12-13T02:49:28.127+00:00Wow Anna. This poem is one of your best. You des...Wow Anna. This poem is one of your best. You describe the bantams so well. And the refrain at the end...cold...yes, exactly.tonispencerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04200564195675794747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-522954782321645952017-12-13T01:44:46.137+00:002017-12-13T01:44:46.137+00:00The echoes have the feeling of a cold winter wind ...The echoes have the feeling of a cold winter wind as it howls outside the door. The chill is coming from inside the home though.Rommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18343895193475984183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-31190203793345862412017-12-12T21:51:53.906+00:002017-12-12T21:51:53.906+00:00The inner cold is the most chilling kind of all. ...The inner cold is the most chilling kind of all. Brilliant writing Anna!Carrie Van Hornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11715648073882529202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-63706761135707496832017-12-12T21:27:03.130+00:002017-12-12T21:27:03.130+00:00This part of winter is the part when you can only ...This part of winter is the part when you can only dig yourself into the pillow and survive... you describe it so well, and the image works so well along.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-2455353012638348552017-12-12T20:49:36.443+00:002017-12-12T20:49:36.443+00:00My goodness this is potent! I like the way you des...My goodness this is potent! I like the way you describe treachery which is underfoot.Sanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-3343176843031924212017-12-12T20:29:01.165+00:002017-12-12T20:29:01.165+00:00I really enjoyed the chill of this poem, Anna, esp...I really enjoyed the chill of this poem, Anna, especially the first flurry, and the asides in parentheses - that first breath and the firm-rooted treachery underfoot! Ans the last three lines made me shiver.<br />Kim M. Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668459794787447606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-68011687663212500732017-12-12T17:47:20.576+00:002017-12-12T17:47:20.576+00:00I agree the end feels haunting in the echo.
Firs...I agree the end feels haunting in the echo. <br /><br />First. I love the first really cold breath. Like it scours the lungs. And aches a bit but feels good too.<br /><br />All i can do is be warm but i cant undo what has been done. Truth.Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09037544390731217891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-47251224831974417302017-12-12T16:09:59.713+00:002017-12-12T16:09:59.713+00:00HauntingHauntingTimoteohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08351410966396854582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-54596915564388194182017-12-12T15:40:25.944+00:002017-12-12T15:40:25.944+00:00I am reading this on a summer's afternoon in t...I am reading this on a summer's afternoon in the southern part of the world, but I cannot say how strongly your words resonate with me - the cold without and within. This is a poem with so much unspoken feeling.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-87328306546538263702017-12-12T15:17:08.595+00:002017-12-12T15:17:08.595+00:00eggs lie unlaid and the future is lost.. so bleak ...eggs lie unlaid and the future is lost.. so bleak and dire... in that swirling cold. Nicely done!Thotpurgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09729170517164200003noreply@blogger.com