tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post2550269597648138992..comments2024-03-29T00:31:51.931+00:00Comments on HyperCRYPTICal: There Will Be No SpringhyperCRYPTICalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11967085628384237933noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-10628936980612356562013-11-12T04:50:53.085+00:002013-11-12T04:50:53.085+00:00Others commented already, but this--
"We hav...Others commented already, but this--<br /><br />"We have our sanctuaries’ our Edens’<br />guard ourselves against the possibilities of harm. <br />We, victims of our own defences become a garden full of weeds"<br /><br />--really stood out to me. No tools (aid) allowed, bad things build up.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-58321734547829368282013-11-10T09:32:03.116+00:002013-11-10T09:32:03.116+00:00A good analogy, Anna, and a good poem. A good analogy, Anna, and a good poem. Jenny Woolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16881781466502273314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-86589170297985982952013-11-07T14:50:53.684+00:002013-11-07T14:50:53.684+00:00Awww, this tugs at the heartstrings so. Yes, we do...Awww, this tugs at the heartstrings so. Yes, we do tend to keep to ourselves, but sometimes venture beyond our safety nets and find that others are struggling and coping...just as we are. <br /><br />This was beautiful!TALONhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03205633556998220372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-61512405564226411342013-11-07T14:36:49.894+00:002013-11-07T14:36:49.894+00:00This really moved me, particularly your neighbour&...This really moved me, particularly your neighbour's comments about the laurel. Really nicely captured.ND Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16510971525209549921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-32403888639897387172013-11-07T13:33:01.953+00:002013-11-07T13:33:01.953+00:00You're right - for some, sad songs uplift most...You're right - for some, sad songs uplift mostly after a river of tears flow, and it's because tears detoxify the heart and keep it clean. Of course, not everybody is blessed with the ability to shed tears Anna. <br /><br />Thank you for taking the time to reply<br /> Anonimenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-87595174057978032312013-11-07T09:51:22.377+00:002013-11-07T09:51:22.377+00:00Thank you for your kind and welcome comments folks...Thank you for your kind and welcome comments folks and<br /><br />Mary you are correct in your interpretation. It is sad how we isolate ourselves for protection – but this we do. The world is full of lonely people who feel unable to offer the hand they wish someone to take. And my neighbour does feel he will not outlive the winter. I hope he is wrong.<br /><br />Anonime: thank you for directing me to Edith who regrettably I had long forgotten. What beauty in her voice and you are correct in that sentiment in a sad song is often uplifting - what better way than to let the necessary tears flow? Thank you again.<br /><br />Anna :o]<br />hyperCRYPTICalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11967085628384237933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-40200083686562550852013-11-06T14:55:48.430+00:002013-11-06T14:55:48.430+00:00sad poem, but it is authentic and full of truthsad poem, but it is authentic and full of truthBrother Olliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07506492407482879487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-77453423428465259642013-11-04T22:48:13.596+00:002013-11-04T22:48:13.596+00:00I like this poem; it is so calm and unpretentious....I like this poem; it is so calm and unpretentious. You said everything you wanted to say in quiet words, which made me understand the feeling so much more easily.Frikohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04277167831642088694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-54781667886047360762013-11-04T18:20:51.614+00:002013-11-04T18:20:51.614+00:00excellent write, Anna ~ Mexcellent write, Anna ~ MAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-73610969287150970542013-11-04T14:21:51.821+00:002013-11-04T14:21:51.821+00:00I loved this poem!I loved this poem!Leovihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14970831445283294241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-3631022624804923522013-11-04T00:26:15.753+00:002013-11-04T00:26:15.753+00:00This comment has been removed by the author.Geraldine https://www.blogger.com/profile/07410019941984295767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-37734116589403831742013-11-04T00:25:53.298+00:002013-11-04T00:25:53.298+00:00sometimes the loneliest places and times in life a...sometimes the loneliest places and times in life are when we are surrounded by so many people. what a touching poem this was. brought some good memories to mind and also the isolation that I often personally feel, where we are now. well done. <br /><br />www.mypoeticpath.wordpress.com Geraldine https://www.blogger.com/profile/07410019941984295767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-53012389830952954002013-11-03T22:00:18.847+00:002013-11-03T22:00:18.847+00:00poignant... loneliness though never a more populat...poignant... loneliness though never a more populated planet? In our own 'Edens'? Luke Praterhttp://www.lukeprater.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-64790997767880482632013-11-03T21:58:50.648+00:002013-11-03T21:58:50.648+00:00Anna, so sad--and it completely resonated with me,...Anna, so sad--and it completely resonated with me, how we walk and wave to neighbors, and go back to our own order of things--that last line about the smile falling to his feet, was perfect. Times like these do leave you feeling adrift. A beautiful write :-)Saravhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10289212188617046645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-16178732717861962672013-11-03T20:50:24.455+00:002013-11-03T20:50:24.455+00:00I like that your poem can be read at different lev...I like that your poem can be read at different levels - that of a gardener who is sad and disappointed and also that of a neighbor whose days might be counted. Gabriellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09968615376035959259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-37390927239995424552013-11-03T20:27:13.279+00:002013-11-03T20:27:13.279+00:00This spoke to me in different ways but primarily w...This spoke to me in different ways but primarily what stood out is that we are all in this garden together and we can tend is only in togetherness. Optimistic Existentialisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11507986337866049924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-12382401049822671552013-11-03T18:22:29.042+00:002013-11-03T18:22:29.042+00:00Beautiful ways interconnected...Beautiful ways interconnected...Vandana Sharmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10270400982093787158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-73445918256611819612013-11-03T16:38:04.653+00:002013-11-03T16:38:04.653+00:00Ah, the vagaries of neighborliness! Love your poem...Ah, the vagaries of neighborliness! Love your poem. Rosaria Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03133147851332084180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-20946542208741940702013-11-03T16:29:11.195+00:002013-11-03T16:29:11.195+00:00Here Anna my friend, a song that depicts nearly th...Here Anna my friend, a song that depicts nearly the same sentiment as in your poem. I am a huge fan of classics in general, with, to me, Edith Piaf as the queen. I hope you too like it. Sometimes the sentiment in sad songs is the uplift that allows you to overcome an own experience ... I remembered my late dad yesterday and listened to Edith, and quite a few other songs and a mixture of high and law, after which, I slept like a baby ... at 4am ... but then, I am a moon person any way ... hope you like the song :-)<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_AEs7pjKyYc<br /><br /><br />Anonimenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-26947271692741464382013-11-03T13:23:19.687+00:002013-11-03T13:23:19.687+00:00His sad smile flutters to his feet. What an image....His sad smile flutters to his feet. What an image. I got stuck in "a garden of weeds." Our lives are what we plant and lovingly tend. It can be vibrant flowers in place of weeds. That is our choice.Manzanitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06467261212623663365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-531566342508168692013-11-03T12:41:19.321+00:002013-11-03T12:41:19.321+00:00interesting notions here.. loved how the poem flow...interesting notions here.. loved how the poem flows and wraps up in the end, into loneliness. crestfallen "his sad smile flutters to his feet"Natašekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07529563989376279044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-50103920349752233122013-11-03T12:30:10.956+00:002013-11-03T12:30:10.956+00:00I might be wrong here, Anna, but this poem speaks ...I might be wrong here, Anna, but this poem speaks to me about the loneliness of the human condition. We have our own Edens....which sometime become a garden of weeds. In this poem I interpret that the man feels HE (laurels being symbols) will not outlive winter, but then again...who does???Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-73409564068216897652013-11-03T12:22:09.349+00:002013-11-03T12:22:09.349+00:00being victims of our own differences...the solitar...being victims of our own differences...the solitary lives we lead....sadly so true...we live in crowded loneliness each protecting their own piece...it is a fake peace we hold onto...as this is not the way we were ever intended to live....Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-29485638585715920952013-11-03T10:40:56.737+00:002013-11-03T10:40:56.737+00:00I must confess that as much as I love plants and I...I must confess that as much as I love plants and I do truly I haven't got much of a green thumb. I can dig up weeds and such but leave me to the tending and their fate is assured =( I am sorry to hear you might lose the laurels beautifully expressedAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com